Yu Siqiao slightly raised his eyebrows, hooked his arm around her shoulder, and generously complimented her, "You have a pretty good memory."
Mo Shu mocked, "The things you give away are always just those few items, what's so rare about them?"
"What do you think I plan to give this year?"
"Come on, spill the beans!"
Yu Siqiao remained silent, "You'll know when the time comes."
Mo Shu's curiosity was piqued as she speculated, "Could it be an agarwood carving? Or something else?"
"You guess."
"Hey!" Mo Shu pinched his waist, "It wouldn't hurt to just tell me!"
Yu Siqiao looked at her anxious expression and couldn't help but laugh, then ushered her into the car, "Let's head back first."
"Are you going to tell me or not?"
"Nope."
"It's not like it's a gift for me; I won't tell Grandpa."
Yu Siqiao just wanted to see her curious and impatient, and purposely teased, "Are you hinting for me to give you a gift?"
