Gift Giving
Every word Shen Wuxiao said was an act of coercion.
It sounded like some trivial little matter, but to Qin Heng, this was no longer a blatant slap in the face.
It was picking up a lump of shit and smashing it into his face.
Then using a rag to smear it evenly all over him, before finally stuffing the rag into his mouth.
He truly did not want to look.
Shen Wuxiao was still saying, "Take a look. It's a token of my regard!"
Qin Heng had no desire to waste words on this lunatic.
Forced by circumstances, he could only grit his teeth.
He raised his hand and slowly unwrapped the first rectangular package.
After opening it, he found an exquisitely crafted gift box inside.
When he opened it again, a dull chime from a pendulum clock rang out.
Giving a clock!
This gift made everyone from the Dragon King Hall look exceedingly grim.
What a fine clock to give as a gift.
Yet Qin Heng still forced a smile.
"Young Master Shen's gift is truly ingenious."
"There, there, there!" Shen Wuxiao looked at Yun Zhiyi and pointed at Qin Heng. "Didn't I tell you Dragon Lord Qin would like this gift?"
Yun Zhiyi nodded. "Mm, I was short-sighted."
Shen Wuxiao chuckled and promptly introduced it. "Dragon Lord Qin, I spent forty-four million four hundred and forty thousand to buy this clock at auction."
"It's something money can't buy. Put it by your bedside in the future, keep track of time, and watch the countdown at every moment. Isn't that interesting? Its name is pretty imposing too."
Qin Heng smiled. "Young Master Shen, you have been thoughtful. It carries great meaning. May I ask what this clock is called?"
Qin Heng truly had a steady mindset;