Seeing Old Master Lu leave, Bai Zhiqing glared fiercely at Lu Tianxing: "It's all your fault, asking for a meeting gift. If word gets out, others might think I'm Bai Zhiqing, a vanity chaser, bringing my husband to the Lu Family to get stuff!"
Lu Tianxing gave an awkward smile and said nothing more. He was just joking earlier, who knew the old man would take it seriously.
In just a moment, Old Master Lu walked out, hands that were originally empty now carried a box the size of a laptop bag, thirty centimeters high.
Old Master Lu directly handed the box to Bai Zhiqing: "Zhiqing, open it and see if you like it or not."
After accepting the box, Bai Zhiqing gently placed it on the coffee table. One glance revealed that the box had some age, yet it bore no traces of dust, clearly having been regularly polished.
Bai Zhiqing took a deep breath and slowly opened the box, a glimmer immediately shining from her eyes, as if she had seen jewels she adored.
