Xu Xiaoya wasn't joking; her tone was one of sincere envy. Yan Xixi simply smiled as she watched her depart.
At the door, Yan Xixi called out to her, "Xiaoya, pick out a gift."
Xiaoya's eyes widened as she gazed at the room full of luxury items, her own eyes shining. "Really? For me?"
"Next month is your birthday. I've never given you a proper gift."
Xu Xiaoya didn't hold back. Beaming, she walked over to a large pile of bags and began to choose. "This one is nice... no, never mind, I want this one..."
She picked one up. Yan Xixi glanced at it, then selected another from beside her and handed it over. "Take this one."
"Why? I think this one is pretty good."
"This one, then. This one's the best."
"Alright, this one it is."
Xu Xiaoya readily accepted it.
