"Dad, this gift is too heavy, I can't take it." Zhan Yan pushed the folder out. The more Ji Bocheng regarded her, the more pressure he gave her.
And there was naturally no reason for Ji Bocheng to take back the things he had gifted his. Now that Zhan Yan had given it away, the atmosphere had actually turned stiff in an instant.
Ji Bocheng did not speak, but everyone present could feel the old man's faint anger. Su Ying scoffed. In her opinion, she naturally felt that Zhan Yan was being unreasonable.
Zhan Yan nervously clenched her hands, at a loss of what to do. It was at this moment that a warm hand took hold of her cold little hand. That warmth gave people a sense of tranquility.