Qin Muxue had to tell the truth.

Bang.

Su Biyue stomped her crutch so hard that she smiled contemptuously: "Your husband only earns more than 2,000 yuan a month. What kind of gift can you buy?"

Boom.

As he was talking, a taxi stopped at the door of the villa.

When Qin Mufeng saw the taxi at the door, he couldn't help but smile and said, "No, right?

Is this waste actually a taxi?

It's indeed a poor man."

After paying, Tang Tian slowly walked forward with a black plastic bag.

After entering the hall, Tang Tian said apologetically: "I'm sorry, grandma, the traffic jam on the road, I'm late."

"Hmph, it's useless to say so many gifts. Didn't you buy gifts for grandma?"

Qin Mufeng, who was sitting on the chair, snorted angrily.

Looking at the black plastic bag in Tang Tian's hand, Qin Zhengming was so scared that his knees were weak and he almost fell off the chair. Could this waste be trying to present the ancient inkstone of Dongpo?

I'm really afraid of anything I'm going to do.

Before Qin Zhengming could come forward to stop him, Tang Tian took out an inkstone from the black plastic bag and handed it on.

"Dongpo Ancient Inkstone?"
Chapter completed!