Yu Minglang casually flipped through the gifts, complaining unhappily.
"I shouldn't have scheduled the engagement on my birthday. Why is there something for me in here? I don't need it. It would be better to buy more practical things for my Qian. Look at my Qian, dressed so plainly, still needing to take a cab when walking..."
Mr. Yu's mouth twitched as he listened.
"Enough, stop pretending to be poor. Here, take this."
Mr. Yu pulled out a set of car keys from his pocket. Mr. Yu was still staring dazedly out the window. Mr. Yu nudged him. Mr. Yu reflexively pulled out something from his pocket, leaving Yu Minglang speechless.
"Second brother, you're trying to fob us off with a rubber ducky?"
Second brother finally came back to his senses, looked at the small duck in his hand, calmly put it back in his pocket, and pulled out a bank card from another pocket.
"The duck isn't for you; it's for Panpan."
