"Here, the thing you wanted."
Seeing Shao Zifeng sit down, Luo Feng extended his hand to pull out a silver-white box from the drawer and pushed it towards Shao Zifeng.
Looking at the small box in front of him, a wave of excitement surged through Shao Zifeng's heart. He glanced again at Luo Feng, who sat with his fingers interlaced behind the desk, looking proper and upright. He opened his mouth but no words came out.
"Tsk, if you want to say something, just say it. Don't be so awkward, always making people guess what's on your mind, kid," Luo Feng said with a touch of mockery, not even waiting for Shao Zifeng to speak before he continued, "I understand what you're thinking. After all, I grew up from your same age."
