After passing a street lamp, with the light shining on Gao Yang's violently trembling hands and the way he clung desperately to the box, Eileen felt a bit scared. She whispered, "Boss, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"
Gao Yang turned to look at Eileen, his lips trembling as he said, "I'm fine, I'm just a bit too excited, too excited..."
Eileen looked at the box tightly held to Gao Yang's chest and softly asked, "Is it because of what's in this box? What is it? What could make you so excited?"
Gao Yang swallowed and then said with difficulty, "Russia, the father of Russian literature, the sun of poetry..."
Eileen suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, then stared at Gao Yang in disbelief, her eyes wide open.
The carriage was quite dark, only when passing a street lamp could the light outside the window illuminate Eileen's eyes widened in extreme shock.
