The photographer sighed, just about to suggest skipping this part and adding it later, when Lu Qingqing silently opened her handbag and drew out a small purple-red velvet ring box.
"Bro, the rings are here!" Lu Qingqing stuffed the ring box into Lu Yang's hand.
Lu Yang accidentally opened it.
Embedded in the red velvet lining of the box were a pair of men's and women's rings, simple in design, made of platinum without diamonds, engraved with delicate patterns—Zhao Lin recognized at a glance that these were the work of a world-famous brand's leading designer.
They were a global limited edition, with only three pairs in existence.
Lu Yang didn't have time to wonder why his sister just happened to have a pair of rings on her; he only knew that the appearance of the rings had solved the problem at hand.
He put the female ring on Zhao Xinxin, and Zhao Xinxin put the male ring on him, but the sizes weren't quite right.
