Zhang Minghua's expression became complicated, and his eyes were filled with hesitation.
"Dad, actually..."
Zhang Minghua's father urged him. "Actually what? Where did you put the stone tablet?"
Zhang Minghua's face turned pale and he stammered, "When you gave me the stone tablet this morning, I thought it was heavy, so I left it at home..."
"What?"
Zhang Minghua's father was dumbfounded. Lu Benwei silently held his forehead. This was quite in line with Zhang Minghua's style.
"You brat, why did you leave it at home?"
Zhang Minghua's father gave Zhang Minghua a hard blow.
"I don't know. You gave it to me because you wanted me to give it to Lu Benwei," Zhang Minghua said with a long face.
Zhang Minghua's father was furious, but the most important thing now was to hand the stone tablet to Lu Benwei.
"Student Lu, when is your flight?"