Cen Hongmian was not sure how to speak. When Sang Qingzhi took the initiative to speak, he felt relieved and sighed secretly.

He glanced at Shi Mo, who was beside him. Shi Mo understood, took out a small square package wrapped in brocade from his arms, and handed it over.

Cen Hongmian handed the small package to Sang Qingzhi. Although it was a little difficult, he still said, "Cousin Sang, this... is for you."

Sang Qingzhi took the brocade package doubtfully and asked, "What is this?"

"This is..." Cen Hongmian was stuck. He really couldn't say anything...

At this time, Sang Qingzhi had already held the flat package in his hand. He squeezed it with his hand and felt out what was probably a book or something inside. His brows suddenly furrowed.

His face also changed!

After that, he held the package in one hand and wanted to open the brocade on it with the other hand.

"Cousin Sang..." Seeing this, Cen Hongmian quickly called out to Sang Qing. Then he stopped Sang Qingzhi from opening the package with one hand and advised: "Why don't you go back and try again?"

Open it and take a look..."

Sang Qingzhi raised his head, glanced at Cen Hongmian, his eyes were firm and stubborn, and said: "I want to open it now!"

Cen Hongmian knew Sang Qingzhi's temper very well and knew that he could not stop him when he became stubborn. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and retracted the hand that was holding him back.

Sang Qingzhi tore open the brocade on the package, and without much surprise saw the "Collection of Poems of the Drunken Immortal Layman" and "Zhang Zhi's Copybook" that he had given to Cen Xiyan the day before...

Sang Qingzhi looked at the two things in his hands, and his eyes suddenly darkened...

Only one day later, the things he gave her were returned to him again! It was sent back through Cen Hongmian's hands...

At this moment, Sang Qingzhi felt very uncomfortable. He was also embarrassed, embarrassed, depressed, unwilling... In short, all kinds of emotions came to his heart, but they were all negative emotions. They were extremely complicated and even made him a little unbearable...

After a moment, Sang Qingzhi raised her head, looked at Cen Hongmian, and asked in a hoarse voice: "She asked you to send him back?"

"..." Cen Hongmian was silent for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Yes, Sixth Sister can't return it to you in person, so..."

Although what he said was somewhat inconsistent with the facts, it was better than telling Sang Qingzhi that Cen Xiyan had directly transferred what Sang Qingzhi had sent her away to him...

Sang Qingzhi lowered his head again, glanced at the poetry collection and copybook in his hand, then rewrapped the two things with brocade, and threw them to Cen Hongmian. His voice was dull and stiff, and he said: "Even if she doesn't want it, then give it to her."

You."

"Hey..." Cen Hongmian hugged the package, his eyes widened, and he was a little stunned for a moment. What... what is going on?!

This collection of poems and copybooks were Sang Qingzhi's beloved things, and he...he actually gave them to him like this?!

This thing... finally fell into his hands again??

Cen Hongmian felt that the thing in his arms was extremely hot. He could say that he didn't want it or...

"If you don't like it, just burn it." Sang Qingzhi said coldly, then stood up and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After that, he turned around and left without raising his head.

"Hey! Cousin Sang!" Cen Hongmian stood up and shouted to Sang Qingzhi.

Sang Qingzhi seemed to have not heard Cen Hongmian's shout. Without looking back, his steps were a little panicked, and he quickly left the private room and left the restaurant...

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Chapter completed!