Harvard sat next to Thomas. Then, he took out an exquisite rectangular black box from his coat and handed it over.
“Uncle Johnson, this is the present I bought for you. Please accept it.”
“Oh, what’s this?”
Johnson took it, and he opened the box in front of people. Inside the box was an exquisite vintage ink pen. Judging from its color, he could tell that it was very expensive.
“Um, Harvard, this pen isn’t cheap, right? It cost you a lot of money, didn’t it?”
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