Old Madam Ji was both surprised and delighted: "Really? My grandson-in-law brought me a gift?"
Ji Wei glanced at Gu Moqian.
Gu Moqian strode over with his long legs and picked up the topmost gift box from the pile.
Ji Shanshan had been sitting quietly by the sofa. When she saw Gu Moqian hand the gift box to Ji Wei, the malice in her eyes deepened further.
Ji Wei, you'll be humiliated in a moment!
To think you'd give the old madam a shabby qipao—ha, this will be entertaining.
Perhaps her resentful glare was too blatant, because when Ji Wei accepted the gift box, she couldn't help but glance at Shanshan.
Ji Shanshan immediately looked away, feigning distraction toward something else.
Ji Wei sensed an unusual air.
Normally, when it came to opening gifts, Ji Shanshan was the most eager, so why was she behaving so composed now?
Her gaze lowered as she stared at the gift box for a few seconds, her expression subtly changing.
One corner of the gift box was dented inward.
