The next morning, two days before Yang Susu's birthday, the gift Xi Muchen had prepared for Yang Susu finally arrived.
Looking at the exquisite wooden Buddha statue in front of her, Xia Wanwan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration at the man beside her, "How did you know my mom likes wooden carvings?"
The corner of Xi Muchen's mouth held a smile, "Anything related to you, I know."
From yesterday to today, Xi Muchen was in a very good mood. The day after tomorrow would be Yang Susu's birthday banquet, which was also when she would give him her answer.
Actually, no matter what her answer was, he wouldn't let this girl slip away. If a day wasn't enough, he would chase her for a month, and if a month wasn't enough, he would chase her for a year, and if a year wasn't enough, he still had two years, three years. Besides, what reason did this girl have not to like him?
Xia Wanwan's face turned red, "Thank you, my mom will definitely be happy."