"The young master may not have returned, but his gifts have arrived, including the presents for guests before and after the New Year, as well as the pastries and fruits at home. He always instructs the subordinates of Nan's to handle these, arranging everything quite properly."
Elder Nan snorted coldly, "Nonsense, every year he stores my gifts at The Antique Shop, and when the holidays come, he just randomly picks one to fool me. That little rascal Jiaojiao is even worse, doesn't even have a gift."
"Didn't Miss Jiaojiao give a gift in person every year—"
Halfway through the sentence, Uncle Qiu realized something was wrong and immediately stopped talking.
Giving a gift in person, but the person never showed up, how could it have been handed over directly?
The old man's mood was already a bit gloomy, and bringing this up was just like stabbing him in the heart.
"Forget it, forget it."
The old man adjusted the position of his fishing rod, half-laying down.
