บท 133: The Lady Wants Me, An Old Woman, to Take the Blame?

Xie Zi arrived late, holding the birthday gift she had prepared for Chi Yu.

She had spent a significant amount of effort and a large sum of money to acquire a collector's edition first print book from a fellow collector, complete with the late author's signature.

Chi Yu enjoyed reading, particularly literature with a long history, and she had a habit of collecting rare books.

Xie Zi knew of this hobby; even when Chi Yu lived in Donghai, she would often send her treasured books from the capital.

This gift was clearly far more meaningful than the necklaces given by Gu Qinnian and Gu Monian.

Chi Yu took the book from Xie Zi's hands, her smile noticeably more genuine than before.

"Why so late? Stuck in traffic?"

Xie Zi's face was full of frustration. "Don't even mention it. I'll rant to you after dinner."

The two of them entered the dining room.