So There Really Was a Gift

When Mu Qiqi returned to her seat, Sheng Xiao tilted his head and looked at her. "Aren't you happy today?"

"Why do you ask?" Mu Qiqi was very surprised.

"Don't tell me that I don't know you well. Isn't this the type of scene you like the most?" Sheng Xiao had handsome features. When he lowered his head, he carried the light behind him, giving off a strong sense of oppression. This made Mu Qiqi feel a little overwhelmed.

"If you know I like it, then don't say it out loud," Mu Qiqi said in a low voice.

"Where's my gift?"

Mu Qiqi reached out and pinched Sheng Xiao's thigh under the table. "Now is not the time for you to ask for a gift..."

Sheng Xiao smiled calmly. He did not chase away the small hand that was harassing his leg. Instead, he continued to chat with Old Master Shen.