"You're too kind. Mr. Anpei, since you're a guest, of course, I must treat you well," An Yiqing stood with her arms behind her back. Just then, Zhang Yufeng entered, carrying four amazingly large durians.
"Mr. Anpei, you've come all this way, I can't let you leave empty-handed. This is my gift to you. It's not expensive, but it's my heartfelt intention. Please accept it with a smile, Mr. Anpei," An Yiqing grinned, looking like a little fox.
Anpei Lan's mouth twitched violently as he stared at the four huge durians on the ground, his forehead lined with black streaks. Zhang Yufeng was straightforward and searched through the camp. Eventually, she was satisfied with a ridiculously thin plastic string to tie the durians tightly. If someone were to carry it out, the string would probably break into a hundred pieces after just a few steps, right?
"Miss An..."
"What? Mr. Anpei doesn't appreciate my gesture?" Before Anpei Lan could finish, An Yiqing had already cut him off with a smile.
