C193 Good

"Gifts?"

Zhao Qianli's eyes sparkled as he sprang up from the lounge chair and approached Chu Yun, rubbing his hands together with eager anticipation. "What kind of gift is it? You didn't happen to bring back some damsels in distress from Heihu Mountain, did you? I'll have you know, I'm not that sort of person anymore..."

Chu Yun, caught between laughter and disbelief, retorted