"Zhou Mingchen, you pervert!" Xia Lu stood under the tree, looking up with a speechless face.
Five minutes earlier.
Zhou Mingchen pulled out a huge box from under the bed, "Your stuff is all inside."
Xia Lu hurriedly hugged the box, looking it over and over. The outrageously expensive clothes she had bought at a high price had been pressed inside for two days—wouldn't they come out as wrinkled as rags? Although it wasn't her own money, it was still bought with the happiness of the second half of her life!
"Eh?" Xia Lu tried to open the box with force, but failed. "This box is locked, isn't it?"
Zhou Mingchen's mouth curled into a slight smile, looking at her with ill-intention as he crouched down.
"Yes, but you'll have to find the key yourself."
What era are we in... boxes still need keys to open! Ever heard of combination locks! Xia Lu screamed internally, knowing he did it on purpose.
