Li Qingshen was startled and then saw the girl hurry into the elevator. He patiently stood there, tilting his head back, silently counting the time until, upon reaching twenty, the lights in her room came on, followed by moving shadows.
Soon after, the elevator opened, and Ling Momo ran over, holding a gift box.
Ling Momo stood in front of Li Qingshen, bit her lower lip, and then handed over the gift box to him.
Li Qingshen frowned and asked, "What's this?"
"It's for you." Ling Momo pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, her beauty pure and dazzling.
Li Qingshen was surprised for a few minutes before remembering that recently, when Ling Momo was messaging him, she had said she would give him a present. His eyes suddenly sparkled with light, "What is it?"
Ling Momo's voice was brisk, "Just go home and open it, and you'll know!"
