If Lu Yang hadn't spread his fingers so wide in front of his face, revealing his eyes, his words might have been more convincing.
Lu Qingqing's face flushed red, like blooming peach blossoms.
She couldn't bear to blame her husband, so she could only vent her embarrassment and annoyance on the culprit who disturbed their sweet moment. "Brother, you're a teacher. Do you even know what it means to speak or look only when appropriate?"
"I don't know!" Lu Yang grinned and lowered his hand.
Lu Qingqing rolled her eyes at him.
Fu Yisheng clenched his fist lightly and brought it to his lips, coughing softly. "Big brother, is something the matter?"
"What, can't I come up here just because I wanted to see you two?" Lu Yang shot back at them, then handed over the large bundle in his left hand. "Mom made this especially for you and the baby. The fabric was washed and ironed at least ten times, then sun-dried to sterilize it. Keep it well and don't forget about it."
