"Mom, hey, this is Tang Tang's thoughtfulness! We have more to discuss, so why don't you step out for a bit?" Meng Xiabing pushed her delicate-hearted mother out of the room.
Then, smiling at Tang Anzhi, she said, "Tang Tang, I really love your gift. It's indeed very valuable. I won't say much else, just two words, thank you." By accepting the gift today, of course, when Tang Anzhi's birthday comes, she would also buy one of equal or greater value in return.
"Aren't we friends? If we keep talking about it, it feels like we're outsiders," Tang Anzhi said while looking at her.
"Right, we are friends, let's not talk about that anymore. Wait for me a second; I'll be ready shortly, and then we can go downstairs," Meng Xiabing quickly said before heading towards the bathroom.
Tang Anzhi surveyed Meng Xiabing's boudoir, which had a more elegant decor. It seemed that Madame Meng's girlish heart hadn't touched her daughter's room.
