After the bandit kills, there were more mutinies among his soldiers, and the accompanying families of the soldiers increased, so she has been very busy recently, and Qin San Lang knows she doesn't have time to think about New Year's gifts at all.
Uh, Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, hugged the fruit basket tightly, looked at him, and asked quite seriously: "Does grilled fish count? I grilled six for you, six six great success, good omen."
Qin San Lang couldn't help but laugh, he pulled the fruit basket she was holding and said: "It doesn't count."
Xiao Yu hugged it even tighter: "Just two fruits, are you going to take them back? How about this, I'll make it up for you tomorrow."
"Aren't you even going to ask me what I want for a New Year's gift?" Qin San Lang complained, his deep eyes gazed at her, the light in his eyes was scorching, making her face feel a bit flushed, wanting to avoid his gaze.
