And Ji Jue, with one sentence, killed the topic: "Have you bought the gift yet?"
"..."
After a long silence, Lu Feng's expression changed—shock, realization, panic, and a touch of luck—just like seeing two tentacles coming out of a cup, reassuring himself they might be from a cute girl with twin ponytails, not necessarily what he imagined...
"Uh, well, ahem, actually, filial respect is the best gift, right? Safely coming home, Mom doesn't care about those things!"
"Is that so?" Ji Jue smiled.
"I-isn't it?" Lu Feng wasn't so sure anymore.
Ji Jue asked again, "What about Xiao Ling?"
"..."
In the dead silence, Ji Jue added another cut: "She reminded you earlier about buying a gift to bring back, right?"
"..."
Then, observing Lu Feng's sweating face, Ji Jue delivered another strike: "Seems like she reminded several times, didn't she?"
"..."
With a dry swallowing sound, Lu Feng grabbed Ji Jue, eyes brimming with tears, "Second brother, help a brother out, I'm begging you."
