At this moment, Fu Jinghen radiated resentment, not even catching a glance from Wen Qiao. His heart and mind were all about his little girl, while her heart and mind were all about these inanimate objects, paying no attention to him, the living person here.
What made it more frustrating was that these things competing for attention with him were personally delivered to Wen Qiao by him.
After cuddling with those bags, which Fu Jinghen saw as useless, Wen Qiao finally remembered something.
She took out her phone, opened a small group chat with Jiang Yao and Lin Ruochun, recorded a short video in her cloakroom, and sent it to the group.
The video focused particularly on those limited edition bags.
