Sun Yuqing nodded with a smile, becoming increasingly satisfied with Dang Yang.
An En stood on the side, looking disdainful and contemptuous.
Click...
All men, he couldn't understand what Dang Yang was thinking, gifts?
He didn't believe the suitcase contained gifts.
Dang Yang, that deceiver.
"Uncle, Aunt, I'll go upstairs and give An Yue the gift first." Dang Yang said with a smile.
Sun Yuqing nodded, "Go ahead."
An Qingyun glanced at Sun Yuqing... his silly, naive wife, actually believed the suitcase was a gift?
Ha... he didn't believe it at all.
Though he wasn't young anymore, he had been through Dang Yang's age, and he could guess what Dang Yang was thinking even with his toes.
Playing these tricks in front of him... he just didn't want to expose it and make everyone embarrassed.
Dang Yang, still too green.
...
Dang Yang carried the suitcase upstairs to An Yue's room.
