"Is it nice?" After showing off the folding fan he'd received in front of Qhianqhian, he asked.
Qhianqhian took the folding fan, looked at it, and exclaimed, "Such a beautiful fan, where did you buy it? I want to buy one too."
Mo saw Qhianqhian's expression and chuckled, "Well, this was given to me by Uncle through Shufan. What do you think? It suits me, right?"
Although the front features a watercolor Mountain and River Map, it indeed carries its own charm. However, the fan has an indescribable strange feeling, looking like an old object, yet strangely new.
"I've pledged to it." Mo waved the fan and laughed, "What do you think I should give in return? Since he's your father, it should be a bit valuable, right? Or should I give something rare? What's your take?"
Qhianqhian glanced at it, grinning mischievously, and said, "My dad seems to like best..."
Seeing Mo's expectant eyes, Qhianqhian hesitated to reveal the cruel answer...
