An Hao didn't reach out, instead he looked at Luo Qianqian.
Luo Qianqian: "..." Was she that timid?
But this was Deng Ming's kind gesture, so she smiled and nodded to An Hao.
Only then did An Hao accept the red envelope, revealing a sweet smile: "Thank you, Uncle Deng. I'll bring you a gift when I go home, too."
"I'll be waiting then." Deng Ming laughed heartily, filled with appreciation for An Hao. After all, kids who are so considerate these days are indeed rare.
And the most important thing was, he really wanted a gift, a gift from Luo Qianqian's family.
"...Uncle Deng, I've already sent your gift, you'll see it when you get home, so please don't look at me like that..."
Luo Qianqian shivered at Deng Ming's meaningful gaze, feeling speechless. Why did it feel so weird? Could it be that she was less sensible than a child?
You know, this very sensible child is from her family!
"Hehe." Deng Ming, with a satisfied smile on his face.
