When his hands touched the red brocade box, Mu Lianxiao couldn't help but wonder what kind of flower melon Du Yunluo had carved this time.
Yun Qi stood aside with his hands hanging down, craning his neck to look, and then he saw Mu Lianxiao stunned, but soon, his Young Master grinned, smiling particularly happily.
Yun Qi's heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat. What exactly did Miss Du carve to make the Young Master so happy? His curiosity was killing him, but because of the angle, he couldn't see the flower melon.
Seeing Mu Lianxiao's attention focused entirely on the flower melon, Yun Qi tiptoed two steps, and when he saw the flower melon clearly, he exclaimed in his heart; isn't it just like the Young Master!
Looking at the real person and then at the flower melon, Yun Qi had to admit that it was a spitting image! This was exactly how the Young Master looked when he played polo; Miss Du's skill was truly clever and her memory precise!
