At nine o'clock, Lu Qing returned to the door on time, staring at it for a long time, feeling a mix of emotions.
Instead of hurrying to go in, he pulled out a cigarette, stuck it in his mouth, and patted himself down, but couldn't find a lighter.
Feeling a little irritable, he shoved the cigarette back in frustration.
He pulled out his phone. His WeChat Moments didn't have many posts, but just half an hour ago, Ninth Uncle—a man who almost never posted—had shared something.
A photo someone had taken of him, looking imposing, with a certain wristwatch that was excessively... unbelievably... ridiculously eye-catching!
The most expensive Patek Philippe model! Also the one he had been absolutely in love with for so long. Of course, that wasn't the main point. The main point was, why did Miao Miao give it to him when it wasn't even the old man's birthday?
She bought him three watches, and not one of them could compare to the one Ninth Uncle had!
