Qiao Yi, holding a box as if presenting a treasure, handed it to Lu Yanchuan with an expectant look on her face.
In all the time they had been married, Qiao Yi had never formally given Lu Yanchuan a gift. This time, she thought of preparing one for him because they needed to prepare return gifts for Old Mr. Lu's old friends.
Lu Yanchuan was also somewhat surprised. He had received many gifts, but receiving a specially prepared gift from Qiao Yi was indeed something that had never happened before.
"What's this?"
A small box about the size of a fist was pushed into Lu Yanchuan's hand.
After pushing the box over, Qiao Yi seemed to be startled and hopped back to the sofa, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Lu Yanchuan looked at Qiao Yi, who had retracted back, with amusement and curiously opened the box in his hand.
