Gift?
Wen Duoyu's eyes quickly darted towards Ye Wan's suitcase.
Then his forehead was flicked by Ye Wan.
Retracting his gaze, he saw the long rectangular black box in front of Ye Wan.
Wen Duoyu: …
"Isn't this the microwave I dismantled this morning?"
He could vaguely make out the white panel below was the microwave's top cover, in the middle a mess of tangled wires,
and on top was the transparent circular glass plate from the microwave.
Wen Duoyu blinked, not knowing what kind of gift this was.
Looking up again, he saw Ye Wan handing over the switch that was wired together, "Here, give it a try..."
Wen Duoyu took the switch.
On the side, Ye Wan clapped his hands, "Like it or not, that's it, no returns!"
Click.
Wen Duoyu turned on the switch.
Under the transparent glass plate, tiny sparks started to light up.
