"At that time..." Yang Nian pursed his lips. "Was there anything inside the glass bottle?"
"It's empty."
Yao Tang shrugged indifferently. She didn't seem to care about the glass bottle at all.
Her tone sounded very normal.
Yang Nian couldn't help but laugh when he heard that. Of course, why would he think such a thing? The corner of his lips twitched.
If that kind of ointment wasn't used up, why would he be willing to throw away such a glass bottle? If only the bottle was left...that was normal.
After Qin Man had heard this, she pursed her lips. "Why would you pick up objects that others had already thrown away?" She tilted her head. "Although the Yao Family isn't comparable to a few aristocratic families, we aren't poor. Besides, don't you know how dirty that glass bottle could be?"
Her nose crinkled.
Was this woman some kind of garbage collector?
