Ye Qingran's face grew darker and darker, making it feel like a storm was about to come.
Chen Si was opening a package on the side, and upon seeing merchandise from her idol, she was ecstatic.
Then she couldn't help but look up, puzzled, and asked, "Why does it suddenly feel a bit cold?"
She opened four boxes, with only the largest one remaining unopened. She stood up, tidied up the four boxes, and threw them outside the door.
The cleaner was scheduled to come and collect the boxes tomorrow, and then she looked at her spoils with pride.
Just then, she suddenly heard a chilly voice drift over: "Women are indeed strange, buying so much online, wasting money!"
Wasting money?
Didn't he just say he wanted to treat me better?
She pouted and muttered softly, "It's my money I'm wasting, not yours!"
Why do you care!
Ye Qingran felt stifled again, like a brick was pressing on his chest.
