Wen Ran looked at him incredulously, her little face filled with embarrassment, "No, don't... don't make wild guesses."
After speaking, she headed straight for the elevator.
Even after the elevator doors closed, a question still buzzed in Wen Ran's mind—
When did Fu Chenlie start being so blunt?!
When she reached the ground floor, she exited the elevator and went to the reception desk to collect her parcel.
The weather had turned dry with the onset of late autumn and early winter; her lips had started peeling and often felt tight, so she had simply bought a lip balm. Underwear?
Wen Ran picked up the parcel and headed back to the elevator while opening it.
She had intended to throw away the box after reaching the elevator, so she was tearing it open vigorously, but the tape was tightly stuck and hard to remove.
Wen Ran struggled to tear the tape, not slowing her steps, and accidentally bumped into someone.