When she was about to leave, she would return the card to him.
Monique thought that Henry would be angry, but he didn't expect that he just replied calmly, "I know."
Then he said to Song Xu in front of him, "Let's go to the antique market."
Monique turned her head and her eyes widened, looking at Henry in surprise. "Why are you going to the antique market?"
Henry raised his eyebrows slightly. "Aren't you going to give Grandma a gift?"
Henry's handsome face, chisel-like facial features, and a pair of dark eyes made people feel fascinating.
Monique said, "What does this have to do with giving Grandma a present?"
Henry raised her sharp eyebrows slightly and said in a low and magnetic voice, "Grandma likes to write and draw in her spare time. You can give her an inkstone. If she wants to buy it well and cheap, she has to go to the antique market to buy it."
"I see!"
At first, she was worried that the things she bought would not be of good quality, and grandma might not like them. But now it was great.
Monique was pleasantly surprised and smiled. "Thank you!"
She smiled, revealing two small dimples, which was very funny.
Henry was inexplicably happy when she saw the curved smile on her delicate and beautiful eyes.
It had been a long time since she smiled so simply and purely to herself.
However, he had thought of a way to buy a gift for her grandmother.
However, Monique quickly put away the smile on her face. "But I can't understand whether it's true or not. If I really buy a fake one for grandma, it'll be even worse."
The corners of Henry's lips curled up. "With me around, are you worried about buying a fake?"
"Are you so sharp-eyed?" Monique blurted out.
Henry narrowed his black eyes. "Are you questioning me?"
Monique: "..."
She had just spoken fast but needed his help later.
No matter what, Henry's vision was better than hers.
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