Su Qianxun heard footsteps and subconsciously looked over. When she saw Xia Chuxi, her brows were furrowed and she said in displeasure, "What are you doing here at my house?"
"I'm here to visit you, and to pass something to you." Xia Chuxi lifted the new year's goods and gifts in his hand.
"Take it back, we don't need your things!" Su Qianxun pasted the horizontal scroll and got off the chair. She was ready to pull her younger brother back home.
"Qianxun, I have something to tell you. Please talk to me for a while, I can guarantee that this is the last time I'll see you."
What Xia Chuxi said made Su Qianxun stop in her tracks. She stared at him and said, "Then please wait for me downstairs. I'll put back the materials first."
"These…" Xia Chuxi lifted the gifts in his hand.
"Take them back. No matter how poor we are, we still don't need your charity!" Su Qianxun said and then held her younger brother's hand to bring him home first.