Feng Huaijin paused, a hint of helplessness gradually appearing in his deep eyes.
Gifts?
Su Li didn't know where the money came from, but... unsurprisingly, she was indeed very wealthy.
So according to Xiao Heng's lousy idea, pleasing a woman was nothing more than giving gifts—clothes, dresses, designer perfumes, bags, or even cars and houses; with money, anything was possible.
But Su Li was very rich; she could buy all of these things herself...
No matter what was given, there couldn't be any surprise.
Feng Huaijin realized that she was really hard to please.
Su Li, with one eye swollen, suspiciously looked at Feng Huaijin: "Are you lying to me? You didn't prepare any gift for me at all?"
Feng Huaijin looked at her with an expression hard to describe, then suddenly let out a couple of cold laughs:
"I did prepare something, just not sure if you'd like it. You wait at home."
Su Li covered her eye, full of doubts, and went back.
