A Gift

When Mu Anan stopped talking, Zong Zhengyu turned around to take a look.

Luo Sen held a small box in his hand. It was squarish and he walked up to Zong Zhengyu.

He was originally prepared to report something.

However, he was dumbfounded when he saw the garland on Seventh Master's head.

The garland was not very pretty.

However, the Seventh Master had fair skin, good looks, and a good temperament. He indeed gave off the feeling of a noble prince from ancient Europe.

It was just a feeling anyway. Seventh Master usually had a different aura. His sudden wearing of such a garland made Luo Sen feel that he could not take it.

However, after feeling the warning gaze of the Seventh Master, Luo Sen had to hold it in no matter how.

He immediately explained his situation. "Seventh Master, this box was found at the entrance of the Yuyuan Estate. It said that it was for the young lady."