Looking at these gift boxes, Pan Mingyue's breath caught in her throat.
She blinked. "How long have you been preparing these?"
Lu Zhaoying involuntarily touched a box of cigarettes and then said without daring to look at her, "Erm, not that long."
He rarely smoked ever since going to the special training camp.
Pan Mingyue remained silent.
A little nervous, Lu Zhaoying leaned back and clutched the cigarette case in his hand. He took a cigarette out and put it in his mouth, smiling. "I just wanted to prepare it for my own eyes, but since you've already seen it, you can see if you like them."
He thought that Pan Mingyue would pretend not to see the gift boxes. After all, she had deliberately avoided him before and had purposely avoided discussing this topic.
Cheng Juan had told him that Pan Mingyue was different from ordinary people, and her family had too much influence on her.