Old Lady Yan cradled the box, squinting to take a closer look while Yan Jr. and Mr. Yan both reached out to help unpack. "Let me help you open it," they offered in unison.
Old Lady Yan jerked the box away, protecting it in her arms, "I'll do it myself. You both are too heavy-handed and you can't judge the force to use. What if you damage anything?"
Yan Jr. withdrew his hand, scoffing, "Why are you protecting it like this? That stingy girl might have just sent over a rock!"
I mean, she couldn't even afford a new mobile phone; what kind of gift could she give?
Old Lady Yan shot her son a glare, "Xiao Han, do you think I am blind? The box is clearly labeled as fragile and valuable."
Yan Jr. leaned in for a closer look and indeed, the label stated explicitly: Fragile. Valuable.
Tch, a girl like her, what valuable thing could she possibly send over?
