The airport wasn't far away, and they arrived within an hour.
Since the flight was estimated to arrive at eleven in the morning, and it was only ten fifty, there was no rush.
The moment the car stopped, Qiao Xiaren was practically awake.
"Awake?"
Qiao Xiaren rubbed her eyes, only to see him retrieving a rather fancy gift box from the back seat. His other hand rested on the steering wheel, his long, fair fingers exceptionally attractive.
Wang Yi had once mentioned that a man looked his best while driving.
Upon observation, it was indeed true.
"What's this?" Qiao Xiaren saw the English script for Tiffany on the box, knowing that it was a piece of jewelry from M Country of considerable value, said to be a favorite among wealthy ladies.
She immediately grasped the situation, "Is this the gift you prepared for me to give to your mother?"
It seemed to be a woman's natural inclination to love jewelry; although she didn't know Mrs. Si's preferences, giving jewelry was always safe.