Zhan Xiaohan wiped her tears away and, looking at her lovely and fair face, couldn't resist giving her a kiss.
"My lady, I have an even better gift for you."
Jiang Ruan held back her tears, her chest still heaving with sobs, "What... what is it?"
Zhan Xiaohan picked up the little crybaby in a princess hold, the man's long legs carefully descending the stairs with her.
As if he were holding billions worth of jewels, he couldn't bear to let go.
The second floor study was closed.
Jiang Ruan rubbed her red little eyes, her expression already cold, she had come back to her senses...
She had really lost her composure just now, crying a storm, almost like she had drunk fake alcohol.
Luckily Zhan Xiaohan hadn't been suspicious, otherwise she wouldn't be able to explain even if she jumped into a river.
"Xiaohan brother, is the gift in the study?"
There were too many jewels, so the living room coffee table downstairs couldn't hold them all?