The next day.
Huo Yao brought her father's gift to the school and placed it on Meng Ying's desk.
Meng Ying glanced at the box quizzically before she turned to look at Huo Yao. "What's this?"
Huo Yao put her bag away and replied unhurriedly. "It's a gift from my dad to your father for the brush painting he gave us."
Meng Ying touched her nose and pulled the box closer before she opened it to see an old inkstone inside. Although she was not well-versed in antiques, she could tell that it probably did not come cheap.
Meng Ying closed the box and pushed it back to Huo Yao. She said solemnly, "You don't have to give us a gift in return for the painting. Take it back."
Huo Yao raised her brow and rapped her fingertips on the table gently. "If I take it back, it's going into the trash. Are you sure you don't want it?"
