Dabao found it very bothersome and without even lifting his head, he took the pen handed to him and scribbled a few strokes on the paper. As he was about to carry the box back, a large hand suddenly stretched out and covered his mouth.
The strong acrid smell quickly made Dabao lose consciousness.
That person casually placed the box on the ground, then hoisted Dabao onto his shoulder, and as he turned to leave the yard, he pulled off the duckbill cap on his head and provocatively glanced at the surveillance camera...
Xiao Qing was in a drowsy sleep when she suddenly heard Lu Jinyang's voice, filled with urgency, "Xiao Qing, wake up~"
She slowly opened her eyes, saw his magnified handsome face up close, and instantly wiped the sweat off her brow, "I thought I was dreaming. You're back?"
"Yeah. Why is there no one else at home?" Lu Jinyang asked, with an imperceptible trace of worry in his eyes.
"There is, isn't Dabao downstairs watching TV?"
