AIan's face was dark. He really did not understand Guan Jin's thought. Who would give children the same gifts every year, and in hundreds of pieces?
Gu Qingli also felt that Guan Jin was not wronged.
But when she saw his expression, he looked as if the gift he had given the children was something very priceless, so she could only finally look at AIan, revealing her helplessness.
"Well, it is clear that my relatives' children are very fond of it. It will be their birthdays again soon. Recently, I have been worried about it. I really don't know what to do. How about just sending a pile of course materials. "
"You'd better let the children go."
Gu Qingli could not help but say such a sentence, which only succeeded in getting a confused expression from Guan Jin.
"I mean, children may not like so much course materials."