The gift Yan Bo gave to Tong Xiaohua was a genuine silk scarf, identical in material and craftsmanship to the one her mother received, only the colors were comparatively more vibrant and lively.
Tong Xiaohua and her mother happily tried on the scarves, and judging from their expressions, Yan Bo had chosen two gifts that perfectly suited their tastes.
As for Tong's eldest brother, who always murmured complaints and found faults with Yan Bo's ways, he was now cradling a complete set of serialized pictures, treasuring them like precious gems, unable to put them down.
"Hey, how did you know my dad likes these kinds of serialized pictures?"
While winding the scarf around her neck in different styles, Tong Xiaohua bumped into Yan Bo and asked quietly.