Xia Qin looked in surprise at the exquisitely wrapped gift box Zhong Tingyue handed over, hurriedly waving her hands to refuse it.
"My dear, as an elder, I haven't even given you a meeting gift yet. How can I accept yours? I can't take it, I really can't."
"Auntie, this is just a small token of my affection," Zhong Tingyue said, gently offering the gift again.
"No, it's not right for an elder to take a gift from a younger person," Xia Qin still firmly declined.
"Auntie!" Zhong Tingyue called out softly. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead from anxiety and nervousness. She shot a pleading look at Li Yuan, signaling him to help her out.
Li Yuan smiled faintly. Knowing my mother, I had already anticipated this scene.
"Mom, this is from Tingyue's heart. Please accept it."
"If you don't, does that mean you're not satisfied with her?"
"No, of course not! I'm very satisfied, extremely satisfied!" Xia Qin answered quickly.
