"Xiaolan, don't just stand there, come help choose a New Year's gift."
Arriving in front of the Imperial Capital department store, Ah Qing looked curiously at Xiaolan, who was zoning out on her shoulder, waved her hand in front of his eyes and said:
"What are you thinking about? You're so absorbed! I even rubbed my cheek against you, but you didn't respond."
"Huh? I was just thinking about whether anyone will come to our house for New Year this year."
Ansheng came back to his senses, blocking out the list of random golden wish ideas popping into his mind.
"Probably no one will come with gifts, right? All those friends you know are in Chang'an..."
Ah Qing thought for a moment and waved her hand indifferently, indicating that the little fox need not worry at all.
Even if someone comes for New Year, the house has enough return gifts for visitors.
