Great, he instantly perked up.
Mingming, who was just scoffing a moment ago, now seemed like a lion awakened by an explosion, fuming from the top of his head.
And he was about to come downstairs excitedly.
Lu's mother hurriedly stopped him:
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Mr. Lu, shaking off his hand, failed to break free as Lu's mother held on too tightly.
"Why are you holding me? That rascal has been waiting here? I knew it! How could he have been so nice to receive us last time and even arrange a trip for us..."
Lu's mother had thought of this just now, but as a mother, she wouldn't react too strongly. After all, that Jiang boy was indeed not bad.
Seriously speaking, none of the high-quality stocks she watched for her daughter during the day were as good as the Jiang boy.
But, Mr. Lu felt differently.
How could he not be upset that the cabbage he had painstakingly raised for over twenty years was about to be taken by a pig?
