Zhao Xiao Tao tilted her head and was confused.
Yingye Tong stomped on the shredded sheet of paper into the trash can, " "What are you looking at? It's not like you've never bought things online before."
Oh, nothing. Zhao Xiao Tao's gaze fell on the trash can. She did not know what was wrong, but she felt that Ying Ye Tong's reaction was a little different from usual.
Yingye Hitomi felt uncomfortable under her gaze. He reached into his pocket and grabbed the bottle of stuff, then got up and went to the cafeteria to eat.
The package was very simple. Other than the receipt that she had torn, there was only this bottle without any packaging.
This was the medicine that her uncle had personally concocted for her.
When she reached the canteen, she suddenly remembered something.
She just tore the express delivery form into pieces. She felt that it was a little unsafe and that it was better to throw it away.
