Although it is certain that these gifts are not the most precious treasures collected by the Lanxi Lin family.

but.

They are definitely the most heartfelt parting gifts for Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong smiled slightly and picked up the remaining wine glass in the eyes of everyone.

Upon seeing this, Lin Wenruo raised his wine glass and prepared to drink it all in one gulp.

After drinking this glass of wine and sending Zhao Rong away, he would start preparing for the debate on Confucianism and Taoism ten days later.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened in the hall.

Zhao Rong poured the drink in his hand sideways in front of him, spilling it all on the ground.

Lin Wenruo was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Rong put the Qinnan spices and Lantian Lingyu back to their original places, and reached out to push away all the trays in front of him.

"Wen Ruo, I don't want these things."

Lin Wenruo frowned, and just as he was about to speak, Zhao Rong's words came slowly.

"Who told you I was leaving?"

Lin Wenruo blinked, glanced at Zhao Rong's book box, and then looked sideways at Su Xiaoxiao, who was holding a small book box and picking fruits under a fruit tree outside the open door.
Chapter completed!