There was an obvious look of anger on Reed's face, and if they weren't in public, he probably would have punched Tyrone in the face.
Tyrone, on the other hand, was smiling brightly. "Reed, did you come to see me off? Can't bear to part with me?"
"Cut the crap. Hand it over."
Tyrone pretended like he did not understand, but Reed didn't waste any time explaining. He grabbed Tyrone's bag and opened it.
Everything scattered all over the floor, including his earphones and watch.
Many people looked at them, and Tyrone could no longer keep the smile on his face.
"Reed, what are you doing?"
Reed found an exquisite satin box among his things and took a look at it. As he expected, it was the stamp he was looking for.
"Father gave it to me. Don't tell me you want to snatch it from me?" Tyron
