Liu Daqing listened, then replied in a detached tone, "Donglin, didn't you promise me a mysterious gift for next year's festival?"
"Don't rush! It's only the third month of spring. As the saying goes, 'fireworks in March in Yangzhou,' so there's still a long time until the New Year. Besides, I've never lied to you, right?"
"Donglin, you need to be careful. At this juncture, we cannot afford even a single misstep."
"Mom, don't worry. I know how to handle things."
Liu Daqing sighed deeply. A mother can't control her grown offspring. In her view, her son should go to Ruo City immediately, but she didn't want to force him.
