Chen Su exclaimed, "Sister Yangyang!"
Lu Mingyu, who had finally regained his composure, felt a surge of bitterness in his eyes at the moment he saw his sister. It blended seamlessly with the darkness of the night, hiding well.
Lu Yang glanced at Jiang Yanzhou and then fixed her gaze on Lu Mingyu, asking, 'Brother? When did you come back?'
Lu Mingyu's expression twitched strangely. He dared not speak, as doing so would expose his emotions. He abruptly turned to the side and ran towards the car, opening the trunk and pulling out seven or eight colorful boxes.
Lu Yang looked at the towering pile of things and asked in confusion, 'Brother, what have you been up to?'
'I know!' Lu Mingyu's eyebrows and eyes danced rapidly. 'These are not enough, right?'
Lu Yang: '?'
Not enough for what?
