"I've also prepared a gift." Sang Nanfeng's voice was weak, his face slightly uncomfortably flushed.
He had never bowed his head before, and the first time he did, not being accepted undoubtedly made him feel utterly embarrassed.
"If you don't want those gifts to end up in the trash, just take them away." Sang Qiao didn't stop walking as she made her way upstairs unhurriedly, regardless of what Sang Siyang had said about Sang Shen possibly coming back.
She couldn't help but smile, knowing Sang Jiao's character all too well, she was certain that Sang Shen absolutely couldn't make it back.
"Qiaoqiao, the gifts I've brought won't be taken back, it's up to you how you want to handle them. It's your birthday, can you please be a bit happier?" Sang Siyang pulled a placating smile.
"You all staying far away from me would really make me happy," Sang Qiao's tone was cold, and she wasn't joking.
