This conversation sounds familiar.
The younger aunt widened her eyes, recalling the tea art exhibition that was broadcast on TV some time ago. Indeed, there were some square little boxes wrapped in gold foil, hardly low-key in appearance.
Looking again at the unassuming porcelain bottle, the younger aunt asked suspiciously, "Mengmeng, are you and your cousin in cahoots and pulling a prank on us? How could Bo, a professor, afford such a thing?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Mengmeng shook her head and puzzledly examined the lid bearing the words 'Jianghai Tea Art Association Collection Edition,' desperately wanting to authenticate it immediately.
"Stop looking." Qin Yiren chuckled, lazily nestled on the sofa, and said indifferently, "The gifts from Jingxing are all real, so please put it down, okay?"
Qi Mengmeng nodded, reluctantly setting down the lid, her eyes growing even brighter as she looked at Bo Jinghang.
