The contented Pan Zhoucong gave Du Shouqiang a look: Get on with it! These strawberries are so big, juicy, and vibrant; they must taste delicious, likely much better than that fire torch fruit from last time.
Du Shouqiang glared at him: Please don't compare vertically; I want to compare horizontally. Look at Uncle Mute, look at you, then look at me. It's confirmed, Mr. Jiang doesn't like me.
Jiang Mingyue had no idea Du Shouqiang had so much going on internally; seeing he hadn't accepted it, she asked, "You don't want it?"
Just as she was about to pull it back, Du Shouqiang jolted and quickly took it.
Are you kidding? He wanted it, why wouldn't he? Mr. Jiang's stuff is so delicious!
After receiving the gift, the three also took out the gifts they had prepared in advance.
With just a few people here, sometimes Mr. Jiang would give first, sometimes they would. It didn't matter, but preparing gifts for each other, although spontaneous, had become a habit.
