Shen Bingqing opened her luggage, placing the newly brought bottles of medicine one by one into the bedside table drawer. As soon as she finished, her phone rang again. She swiped the screen and saw it was an unfamiliar number, answering with a puzzled feeling.
"Hello, I am Shen Bingqing. Who's this?"
"Sis, help! Hurry to PAC Company's Times Square, get the first-aid kit ready, and come as fast as you can!!"
After hurriedly saying these urgent words, the call was abruptly cut off. Shen Bingqing was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned around, prepared the first-aid kit, and rushed out. She knew Jiejie well, if it wasn't something serious, she wouldn't be so anxious to cut the call off without finishing her sentence.
