Facing Qian's skepticism, Xiaoqiang snorted, "Internal conflicts are among our people, external ones are not the same."
Don't be fooled by the constant calling of 'black cucumber,' Zheng Xu and Yu Minglang grew up in the same courtyard. At moments like this, one can't just watch Zheng Xu lose face in front of Mu Hualili.
The auction was nearing the end, and the watch Qian wanted hadn't appeared yet.
She planned to bid on it as a birthday gift for Yu Minglang. If he sees it now, there won't be any surprise.
So, Qian's eyes flashed, and she came up with an idea.
"Xiaoqiang, take the daughter out for a walk. I see there's a market across the street, go in there and buy some fruits she can eat."
"Okay." Yu Minglang saw the big eyes of his daughter sticking together, she must be sleepy.
The two agreed, after the auction, Qian would find Xiaoqiang in the parking lot. He came in his own car, and if the daughter fell asleep, they would wait in the car for a bit.
