Chen Xixi watched the changing expressions on Zheng He's face, her lips slightly curving upward.
She had just collected her delivery, and Zheng He rushed over to report it; such speed was almost excessively fast.
Moreover, the fact that her deliveries were free was only known to Han Qianyi; she hadn't told anyone else.
...
On the third floor, in a room.
Han Qianyi was still guessing the origin of Chen Xixi's cosmetics.
She had just seen several luxury brand logos on the cardboard boxes Chen Xixi was carrying.
Even a few brands were her favorite.
How great it would be if she could also have those cosmetics for free; then her on-camera look would be even more perfect!
Han Qianyi glanced at the time, felt it was about right, and picked up her phone to send Zheng He a message to check on the situation.
Before she could type, her door was knocked.
She opened the door to see Zheng He with anger in his face asking, "Did you intentionally make me report Chen Xixi?"