Tap! Tap! Tap!
A clear knocking sound echoed from the door.
"Who is it?"
In the midst of her busyness, Lu Ma opened the door and saw the strangely expressive man outside.
In a certain sense, it's truly hard to describe that expression, as if he's numb yet trying hard to smile while restraining himself from crying... Though it's hard to say, it somehow feels ominous.
"I, I..."
The visitor carried a black box in his hand, his expression struggling to form a smile: "Yu... Little Yu..."
"Are you Xiao Ji's friend?"
Lu Ma was bewildered and made space: "You're here early, come in... Lu Feng, don't just stand there, entertain the guest!"
In such a situation, for the puppy's dignity, she doesn't call him by his nickname.
But, the puppy didn't seem to want to give face.
Still sitting on the sofa, chewing on a sugar tangerine, he looked on half-smiling.
