"Old Master Huo certainly has good taste; it was just delivered a few days ago."

"The Zhan family is indeed different. My order hasn't even arrived yet, and you've already started drinking it."

Qiao Wanwan smiled and said, "If you like, you can take some back to drink later."

"OK."

Qiao Wanwan: "..." She was just being polite!

It was just a little tea, and she wasn't stingy. She immediately instructed Zheng Ma, "Go and pack some pre-Qingming Longjing tea to take back to Old Master Huo."

"Yes, madam."

Qiao Wanwan took a sip of hot tea and asked, "I wonder what brings you here today, Mr. Huo?"

“I came here specifically to thank Miss Qiao,” said Old Master Huo. “If it weren’t for you, I might have died long ago and wouldn’t be sitting here perfectly fine. You saved my life, so naturally I had to come and thank you in person.”

"You're too kind. Aunt Jing and I are friends, and you're her father-in-law. It's only right that I help out. It's just a small favor, and you don't need to thank me personally."

“You think it’s just a small favor, but I can’t think that way. Even a drop of kindness deserves a spring of gratitude, let alone a life-saving favor,” said Old Master Huo. “Old Yang.”

Old Yang immediately handed over an exquisite brocade box.

Grandpa Huo opened the brocade box and handed it to Qiao Wanwan, saying, "This is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't find it offensive."

Qiao Wanwan took a closer look and saw that it was an emerald green jadeite bracelet with excellent clarity, clearly a top-quality piece.

Ruan Wanyi had given her one before, but it wasn't as good as this one, and it was said to cost a ten-figure sum.

Qiao Wanwan refused outright, "I can't accept it."