Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but ask, "Dad, Mom, what is this thing?"
Mrs. Jiang: "It's something your dad and I got for Zhizhi, why are you meddling?"
Jiang Beiyu: "The way you put it, was I picked up and raised by you two?"
Chairman Jiang: "I wish you were picked up."
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Sorry, he overestimated himself.
"Zhizhi, these are all from your Uncle Jiang and me, just take them, we gave them to you," said Jiang Beiyu's beautiful mother, adding, "It has nothing to do with Jiang Beiyu, don't share it with him."
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Wow, he believes now, he was picked from a trash can.
Su Nanzhi accepted the gift.
Then she thanked them very politely, looking incredibly well-behaved, her reserved demeanor resembling that of a little lady, which Jiang Beiyu's mom adored, even patting her gently on the head.
Su Nanzhi didn't resist at all, being as obedient as a dummy, and for a moment, Jiang Beiyu even thought she was sealed.
