Removing a fallen leaf from her, Song Baiyan let her go.
"Already too late. Go inside."
The expression on Song Baiyan's face was as gentle as his voice: "As for the sachet you mentioned, we'll find another opportunity to get it for you."
Tang Li stood there, not immediately turning around to leave.
She looked straight at Song Baiyan: "I gave you a New Year's gift, what about you? Do you have a gift for me?"
Besides Song Jingtian and Fu Si, Song Baiyan had not been asked for gifts by anyone else.
Hearing Tang Li say this all of a sudden, especially with her almost reaching out her hand, he felt it was funny but did not refuse. He promised: "I'll have Ji Ming prepare it later and send it to you."
"But I want it now."
Song Baiyan looked up at her and then, a smile appeared in his eyes: "If you don't mind, I do have some money on me, and I can give you a red envelope."
Tang Li asked, "Can I choose my own gift?"
