Huo Ruhui sighed helplessly.
Then he took out a long list. "I've drawn up most of the betrothal gifts. Take a look and see what else you want to add."
Huo Yuchen took it and gave it a quick scan, then picked up the fountain pen beside him and began adding to the end.
But although he was supposedly just adding to the end, he actually wrote for a full half hour.
After setting down the pen, he carefully read through it again from beginning to end, afraid he might have missed something.
His serious, meticulous manner made him look just like a student checking his college entrance exam paper.
Just then, Old Mao, the butler, walked in carrying the hot tea Huo Ruhui usually drank, with Han Liu following behind him.
Once Old Mao had set down the tea, Huo Yuchen handed him the list. "Help me see if anything's missing."
"Oh my, you've finally finished drawing it up."
A little excited, Old Mao rubbed his hands together and was about to take it.
A voice suddenly erupted beside him: "Holy fuck?!?!?!"
Old Mao was so startled his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. "Oh my! You scared me to death! I nearly went before the master."
Huo Ruhui: "..."
Blinking awkwardly, he looked at Han Liu. "Young man, what are you so worked up about?"
"This! This! This!"
Han Liu pointed at the betrothal gift list, dumbstruck, his face filled with indescribable shock, as though he had seen some unparalleled wonder.
Huo Ruhui clicked his tongue disdainfully. "Pick your jaw up. Stop acting like you've never seen anything."
After a pause, he wanted to add a reminder: not to embarrass himself like this when he was out in public.
Just as he was about to speak, Han