He remained expressionless, "Just call me Uncle Song like Yanqing does. Speaking of which, before he left the Capital City when he was young, I more or less watched him grow up."
Nan Jiaojiao smiled and looked at Bo Yanching, seeking his opinion.
Bo Yanching said, "The Bo Family and the Song family have been friends for generations. It's only appropriate for you to call him Uncle Song."
Nan Jiaojiao obediently responded, "Uncle Song."
"Good," Mr. Song pointed to the gifts divided into two parts, "Those on the right are for you, to thank you for saving Yuan Yuan. Just some small gifts for you to enjoy."
Nan Jiaojiao restrained herself and glanced at them.
On the outside, she remained as steady as an old dog, but inside, she was as happy as a llama.
But she quickly felt the wealth disparity, with jewelry, antiques—things that for wealthy people were just trifles.
She only looked for a moment before withdrawing her gaze and politely said, "Thank you, Uncle Song."
