Tang Yanqi couldn't help but smile; Sheng Jianan looked up and found himself gazing into a pair of laughing eyes. His mood instantly improved, and his tone softened a bit, "Does it still hurt?"
Tang Yanqi shook her head, but inexplicably, the atmosphere between them was a bit awkward. The servants had finished tidying up and disappeared somewhere, leaving only the two of them in the expansive living room. Sheng Jianan was still holding her foot, which was indescribably ambiguous.
Tang Yanqi had just come back down to reality. Although Sheng Jianan's previous words, "I'm pampering you, not too much, not too little," made her laugh and improved her mood, she wasn't feeling too carried away any longer.
Uncomfortably averting her gaze, Tang Yanqi noticed the birthday gifts she had previously laid out and said, "Those things are too valuable; I can't accept them. Could you please return them for me?"
