The driver was well aware of whose subordinate he was and did not take Qin Er's obstruction seriously.
Relying on his strength, he stubbornly placed each of the gifts on the coffee table in the hall, then respectfully retreated.
Qin Er was speechless, glancing complexly at Bo Jinghang, unwillingly uttering polite words, "Young Master Bo, it's just a visit to the house, isn't this a bit too formal?"
Bo Jinghang ignored his hidden discontent, looking graciously at the most important elder of the Qin Family, his appropriate modesty being quite endearing, "It's just a small gift, not worthy of your esteem."
"No, these gifts are too precious, how can we accept them?"
Qin Yiren's mother smiled gently, her face bearing an evident sickly appearance similar to Qin Yiren by four parts, she coughed and continued, "You're Yiren's friend, which makes you an honored guest of our family, we appreciate these gifts..."
"Auntie Qin, I heard you enjoy collecting qipao dresses."
