It was almost nine o'clock when Yan Jiu and Qin Zhaoran decided to leave.
Before leaving, Yan Jiu took a gift from beside the sofa, placed it on the bedside, and said with a mischievous smile, "Little Sister Qiao, Happy New Year."
"For me?" Qiao Mo was a bit surprised.
Yan Jiu smiled without saying a word, and Qin Zhaoran also took out a gift box and placed it by the bed, "Happy New Year."
Qiao Mo looked at the two of them absentmindedly, then turned to look at Fu Nancheng.
Why were they suddenly... giving her gifts?
Could it be because she had taken a bullet for Fu Nancheng? So her status had been upgraded...
Qiao Mo speculated like this, but later facts proved that she thought too much.
"Thank you." No matter what, she still softly thanked them.
Finally sending off the two troublesome gods of plague, Qiao Mo let out a sigh of relief, only to have her chin pinched by someone. She looked up to meet his deep black eyes, feeling a bit nervous.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
