Leaving the Zhou Family home, Xia Lu finally let out a sigh of relief. Facing such a prestigious family, she always had to be on edge, and it was exhausting over time.
"Grandma gave me something."
She carefully held the box and approached Zhou Mingchen.
"Mhm."
"Aren't you curious what it is?" Xia Lu looked at him.
"Should I be curious?" Zhou Mingchen retorted, eyes fixed on the book in his hands, not moving an inch.
"Of course," Xia Lu sat down beside him, "this is something from your family, quite valuable."
Zhou Mingchen's lips curled into a slight smirk, "There's plenty of valuable things in our family."
"Besides, I've been separated from the family since my father passed away. I'm not part of them, just a relative." His indifferent attitude was a far cry from the atmosphere of the Zhou Family just a moment ago. Thinking of Grandma, Xia Lu couldn't help but get angry.