Shen Zhaozhao's New Year gift to him?
Lu Ying's thin lips curled up imperceptibly.
To be honest, he had noticed Shen Zhaozhao preparing a New Year gift these past few days.
When she wasn't around, he had taken the opportunity to carefully look through it. Among the items, there were a few things designed for young men. Although the colors weren't quite to his preference, since it was Shen Zhaozhao's gift, he naturally intended to use them.
Thinking this, he picked up the carved willow-wood box, noticing the silk ribbon tied into a bow. Internally, he felt that he hadn't dote on Shen Zhaozhao in vain—after all, the little vixen had put in some effort.
Shen Yinning sat by the bright window, cradling a hand warmer in her arms. Her gaze, tinged with curiosity, landed on Cuicui's face.
