Uncle Four spent a while picking through the pile of gifts Yang Xuewei had brought, and took all the ones that looked beautifully packaged and high in quality in his own hands.
"Xue Wei, you've really put effort into this, Uncle Four will just put these things back in my room, and we'll have a chat later."
Uncle Four expressed his gratitude with a look of appreciation as he carried the gifts and headed for the door.
The gifts Yang Xuewei had brought back were plenty, but Uncle Four had taken at least half of them, leaving others with less to choose from.
The thickness of this man's face was clear to see.
Unexpectedly, just as he was one step out the door, he stopped, his gaze falling on a packaged box.
"A neck massager!?" Uncle Four's eyes lit up, he picked up the box and walked out, laughing without looking back, "This thing is great, thank you."
Damn, that's too much.
