The atmosphere was harmonious and beautifully dreamy.
As a group of people was halfway through their meal, Gu Enen arrived alone, carrying a large bag and placed it on the table. "So you guys are sitting here; I've been looking for you for quite a while. I really don't understand the way these people give gifts. It's clearly Chengchi's birthday, but they ended up giving lots of jewelry meant for women—a whole big bunch of it. I can't possibly wear all of it. Now I've brought over half of it here, Shanshan, Jiayi, Zhao Li, each of you pick a few pieces you like."
Ji Liunian, holding his glass of wine, chuckled and added, "It's Minister Han's son's birthday, and everyone is definitely trying hard to curry favor. And since you, Enen, are the apple of Chengchi's eye, naturally all the gifts ended up gravitating towards you."
