It was dark.
Dong Xuebin was the only one left in the house.
County Chief Jiang insisted on returning the favor, and Dong Xuebin understood. After all, they were in the system; if the gift was too valuable, it would be a little... awkward. Jiang Fangfang had always had a reputation for being incorruptible, so she was surely mindful of that. That was probably why she had planned to casually give him an unused belt as a token gesture, most likely to silence other people's gossip. As for the belt, Dong Xuebin figured he would not be able to use it anyway. She had bought it for her father's sixtieth birthday, so the style had to be old-fashioned. No matter how adaptable he was, he could not dress in the same style as a sixty-year-old man.
Forget it. As long as Sister Jiang accepted the clothes, that was enough.
Dong Xuebin did not care what style the belt was. At worst, he just would not wear it.
Footsteps faintly approached. Dong Xuebin had left the door unlocked, so he quickly went over and opened the security door as well, ushering Jiang Fangfang inside.
The door closed.
With a faint smile, Jiang Fangfang handed him an exquisite box. "Take a look. Whether you like it or not, this is what there is."
"Sure, I'll have a look."
"You'd better try it on and see how it looks."
"Alright, thank you."
When Dong Xuebin took it, he knew the belt bought for a sixty-year-old man definitely would not suit him. Still, he had already prepared what he would say. He had to say it looked good. It was a gift from his leader—whether it looked good or not, he had to praise it. So Dong Xuebin opened the box. There was more