Lu Jinghuai looked expressionlessly at the customs staff, suddenly realizing he was holding a hot potato.
Lu Jinghuai had traveled between various European countries and Hua Country countless times, but this was the first time he'd been summoned to customs…
Lu Jinghuai took out the Sleeping Incense Bag and muttered indifferently: "Deer, small, sleep."
"You really know how to screw me over."
Hong Mao hurriedly said from the side, "Brother Lu, let's just throw this sachet away."
Lu Jinghuai clenched the small sachet tightly, his tall figure walking toward customs, spitting out two words: "Shut up."
Hong Mao thought for a moment and felt that Lu Jinghuai's approach wasn't wrong.
Might as well go through customs, rather than throwing away the sachet and continuing to suffer from insomnia!
Su Li and her group had no idea that Young Master Lu had been set up, cheerfully returning to Jiang City.
