When she arrived at Jingshan, it was already dark.
Gu Qili carried the two bags she bought as she got off the car; such a refined man naturally did not have the awareness to help her with her burden.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly remembered the medicine pack on the back seat that someone had overlooked. She went back to retrieve it. It was quite heavy, filled with various medicines for acute gastritis, both Chinese and Western, a whole big packet of them. The doctor sure had a good eye, fleecing a rich person without holding back, almost wishing to prescribe every possible stomach medicine.
Mu Shuoqian went to take a shower as soon as he entered the door, while Gu Qili put the groceries in the kitchen and rolled up her sleeves to start cooking.
As she expected, there was nothing in the refrigerator but air. She placed the bread and milk inside one by one and put the frozen dumplings in the freezer, anticipating that she might have to spend the upcoming weekend here.