On the screen.
A picture pops up of a cartoon Grass Face character wearing a watermelon hat, sent by Monica Zhang: "I received your heater! It's so refined, but it's really expensive."
Andrew Han replied: "It's not expensive."
Seeing such a curt reply, the girl paused on the sofa, while Roy Zhang, sitting on the other side, had already stretched out both hands in shock.
"Warm."
"This really is a great thing."
He couldn't help but click his tongue in praise. Placed between father and daughter was a rectangular table that could be raised and lowered electrically—serving as both a coffee table and an eight-sided heater.
It's exquisitely beautiful, probably made with an electrophoresis process.
It's scratch-resistant and wear-resistant, and comes with a complimentary linen cover.
"Monica."
Roy Zhang rubbed his hands together, feeling as warm as summer. Smiling, he said, "If I'd known that kid was buying something this nice, I wouldn't have hidden it."
This is their old house in Linhaven City—no heating, no air conditioning.
On the opposite side.
Monica protested, "It's too expensive, such a waste of money."
Ahem.
Roy Zhang, feeling a little awkward, smacked his lips... The girl is really outgoing—it's true. She's even starting to worry about Andrew Han's wallet.
Heavens above!
Even as her father, he never got this kind of treatment.
After brooding for a while, Roy Zhang patted the table and turned to curiosity: "How much does this table-shaped heater cost?"
"I checked Taobao—it costs ten thousand Huaguo yuan! Two tables, that's twenty thousand!" Monica stood up, frowning. "Dad, it's way too expensive. You've always taught me that girls shouldn't accept expensive gifts lightly."