At this mont, Fu Jinghen radiated resentnt, not even catching a glance from Wen Qiao. His heart and mind were all about his little girl, while her heart and mind were all about these inanimate objects, paying no attention to him, the living person here.
What made it more frustrating was that these things competing for attention with him were personally delivered to Wen Qiao by him.
After cuddling with those bags, which Fu Jinghen saw as useless, Wen Qiao finally rembered sothing.
She took out her phone, opened a small group chat with Jiang Yao and Lin Ruochun, recorded a short video in her cloakroom, and sent it to the group.
The video focused particularly on those limited edition bags.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Geez, you guys say it’s not even a particularly significant holiday, just a regular Christmas that cos every year. Yet Fu Jinghen made such a big deal out of it — renovations, diamonds, limited edition bags. Makes one feel a bit awkward. But since he’s done it, I might as well accept the gift, otherwise his efforts would be wasted.]
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I’m not selfish. Of course, any good thing should be shared with good friends. Soday soon, I’ll invite you two over for a gathering at my place.]
After sending these three ssages out, the group chat still remained silent.
Wen Qiao guessed they hadn’t checked their phones yet. After patiently waiting for five minutes and still seeing no response, she ran out of patience and called each of them, telling them to look at the group ssages.
Lin Ruochun and Jiang Yao were a bit bewildered by Wen Qiao’s one-sentence phone call, thinking sothing monuntal was happening. They quickly opened WeChat and were speechless after reading the group ssages.
Turns out it was a counterattack.
Jiang Yao imdiately tossed out a picture, showing Wen Qiao’s rant in the group from a few hours ago, with "patriotism" and "national spirit" highlighted in red.
[Yao Aya: Do you rember the words you said three hours ago?]
Wen Qiao typed with a straight face.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: I rember, of course I said it. But our great nation embraces diversity, absolutely tolerant of foreign things. For cultures from other countries, we naturally accept them serenely, taking their essence and discarding their dregs. I think sending gifts for Christmas is indeed one of the finest practices.]
[Yao Aya: ... You’re really good at twisting logic.]
[Ah Chun: Thumbs up JPG.]
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: What do you an twisting logic? I’m just happy to share. If it weren’t for our good relationship, would you have the chance to witness such an event? I an, would you?]
[Yao Aya: Happy to share? Oh, I get it. If we’re sisters, then give that black leather bag.]
[Ah Chun: I want the white one!]
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Who are you two?]
[Yao Aya: Don’t play dumb. You’re the one who said you’re happy to share. What’s the point of a tea party? Just deliver them straight here. One for each of us, you keep two, isn’t that fair?]
[Ah Chun: Exactly, exactly.]
In the next second, Jiang Yao and Lin Ruochun simultaneously saw a line of gray text appear in the group chat—
"Qiaoqiao’s not full" has left the chat.
They both poked open Wen Qiao’s chat box and saw the sa line of gray text—
The other party has enabled friend verification. You’re not friends with him (her) yet. Please introduce yourself first, and after approval, you can chat.
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