Qin Yao waved her hand, not bothered to step inside and exchange pleasantries.
"Could you please help me deliver these two book boxes to Miss Ding, one for her and one for Young Master Ding, to thank them for taking care of our four children."
Qin Yao put down the book boxes and told Zhang Ba about the added shoulder strap. Zhang Ba nodded in acknowledgment, then snapped the whip to the horse, driving off briskly and deftly.
Zhang Ba curiously eyed the two book boxes with four wheels at his feet, pondering how Miss Qin always seemed to create these peculiar yet practical items.
The last time it was soap that foamed up easily, and this time she directly gifted two boxes that could be pushed and pulled on the ground.
Afraid of damaging these curious Divine Power Book Boxes, Zhang Ba cautiously lifted one box in each hand and delivered them to Miss Ding's courtyard.
