The banquet was halfway through when a servant approached Rong Shaoze with a package, respectfully saying, "Young Master, this express delivery is for you."
"Who sent it?"
"There's no sender's name on it."
Rong Shaoze took the package with a puzzled look; not only was the sender's information missing on the delivery slip, but even the recipient's information was printed by a computer, not handwritten.
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
His mother expressed her concern, "Could it be someone's prank?"
Rong Shaoze smiled faintly, "Who would dare play a joke on me? What's inside is either a letter or documents; I guess it's not a joke. Maybe it's a love letter from someone who has a crush on me?"
His mother was amused by his comment and nodded in agreement, "Maybe it's really a love letter from someone."
Rong Shaoze set the package aside, not paying it any further attention.
