Zhang Guihua glanced over while she was on the phone.
"Give it to me." Su Junye took it. "It's our online friend's…whoa, it's quite heavy?"
Zhang Guihua retracted her gaze.
Su Junye the weakling could barely carry it. He took two steps forward and placed it on the coffee table. Then, he started to open the box.
"Where did it come from?" He asked Aunt Cui.
Aunt Cui replied, "Eldest Young Master, I think it's international."
Su Junye burst out laughing. "It's sent in the wee hours of the morning, and it's already here. International? Did he send it with a private jet?"
In the next moment, he saw that on the paper box that was opened, there was a presentable customs stamp that read, "XX A3 Airport"…
Su Junye: "..."
Are the forgery techniques so exquisite now?
The sky outside was dark, and the light in the room alternated.
