"Looks good."
Let me tell you, giving away a thousand-dollar ring. The moment the other person puts it on, it's as if you've recouped eight hundred.
Really?
No, it's fake, just self-consolation.
Li Qingrong also knows that Jiang Nian is stingy by habit. Except when it comes to his own gifts, he occasionally splurges.
"Was it expensive?"
"No, I bought it from a roadside stall," Jiang Nian waved his hand, "it didn't even come in a box, got it for five bucks."
That's what he tells Li Qingrong, but if it were a gift for Qianqian or Xiao Song, it would be ten times that.
Of course, they naturally wouldn't believe him. Most likely they'd roll their eyes and say they don't believe it.
Tailored approach.
The fireworks gradually faded, and the surroundings slowly quieted down. In the final moment of darkness, Li Qingrong swayed.
Took two small steps forward and hugged Jiang Nian.
"Do you have money for food?"
