Yaen Chi glanced and didn't take it, "Who should I give it to?"
The man placed the box on Yaen Chi's lap, "A wedding gift."
With those words, he smiled, "Safe travels."
Yaen Chi didn't quite like the way he handed over the box, especially the way his hand caressed the box as if it was something precious, while Yaen Chi seemed merely a vessel for carrying it.
However, whether he had any objections wasn't important; soon, two burly men lifted his wheelchair and sent him onto the plane.
A glance back, and the man was already walking away.
A wedding gift.
Brother Yan?!
Holy crap, is Brother Yan really that strong? Even Yan Di sent him a congratulatory gift, leaving such an undercurrent without a word before leaving, does that mean all those days of feigning camaraderie with the pretty boy were in vain!
The plane took off, Yan Di leaned against the car door, glancing at the sky.
"Master, are you really sending him away like that? You didn't leave a backup plan?"
