Zhao Lin rolled his eyes at him. “This is a gift from sister-in-law. She just sent it to you.”
As he spoke, Zhao Lin picked up a paper card from the table beside him and handed it to Meng Jingtian.
“Xue'er’s... Gift?”Meng Jingtian was stunned. He picked up the paper card and took a look. There was a ghost face drawn on it. In elegant handwriting, it said, “The ‘expression’you want. I hope you like it.”
“Cousin, what kind of family does sister-in-law come from? Is there a mine in the house?”Zhao Lin looked at Meng Jingtian with a strange expression and asked.
“How would I know? The pressure is huge...”Meng Jingtian frowned, threw the key on the table, picked up the card and walked into the room.
“Hey, cousin! You Don’t want it? Let me play with it!”Zhao Lin’s eyes lit up when he saw it.
“Get lost! I interrupted you when you touched your hand!”Meng Jingtian turned his head to glance at him and snorted coldly.
“Stingy!”Zhao Lin retreated back to the sofa and muttered.
