"The autographed photos you wanted."
He handed a stack of photos to Lu Xinyou.
Upon hearing they were autographed photos, Lu Xinyou's eyes lit up, and she unceremoniously took the photos from Tang Jingxing's hand, her smile spreading from the corner of her mouth.
"Thank you, husband."
She danced excitedly.
"Go back and get some sleep early."
"Okay, goodbye, husband."
"Goodbye."
Lu Xinyou turned to walk back home, holding the autographed photos Tang Jingxing gave her, as happy as a 200-pound child.
When she returned to her room door and was about to enter the password, the door opened from the inside.
"Youyou, you're back."
"It's so late, and you haven't slept yet?"
"I couldn't rest easy with you not back so late, and I just heard a noise at the entrance, so I hurried to open the door."
With that, her gaze shifted to Lu Xinyou's hand.
