"Hooligan!"
Xia Ningxing glared and pouted furiously, like a little squirrel that had its food snatched away.
When the two returned to the Lu Family home, Mr. Lu was staring nostalgically at the childhood items on the coffee table.
After glancing over them, Xia Ningxing saw a set of clothes, pants, shoes, a tiger head hat, and a small wave drum, all suitable for a five or six-year-old child.
What they didn't know was that these things were kept because Old Madam Lu thought that if Mr. Lu's biological parents ever came looking for him, they could recognize him by these items, and she could use this opportunity to extort some money!
Mr. Lu's eyes reddened slightly at the sight of these objects, and he caressed the clothes back and forth with his rough hands. Then, after thinking of something, he furrowed his brows and sighed.
"It seems that she did sell the longevity lock," he said.
