"Hey, hey, hey, take the gift first." Toto handed the square box in his hand to Qin Miao.
Qin Miao accepted the box, it felt light in his hand.
"What's this?" Qin Miao asked curiously.
"Why don't you open it and see?"
Qin Miao thought for a while but shook his head: "I agreed with Qimeng that we won't help Qin Muqiu open any gifts given to her. We'll put all of her gifts in a room that belongs to her, and let her open them herself once she's grown up and developed the ability to judge."
After hearing Qin Miao's approach to dealing with children's gifts, Toto raised his eyebrows in surprise. To be honest, this method is indeed quite innovative.
However, for people like Toto in the older generation, arranging gifts for their children this way is indeed a bit too avant-garde.
"I really don't understand what you young people are thinking, but as long as you're happy."
