As she spoke, sang Xia had already opened the desk drawer.
There was an envelope-like object inside.
It was not thin to the touch, as if there were a few pieces of paper inside.
what are you doing sticking to the door? why aren't you coming over? " Sang Xia looked at Cheng Donglin, who was standing close to the door with his hand on the doorknob and a cautious look on his face. She really did not know whether to laugh or cry at him.
sister-in-law, if there's anything you want to say, just say it over there, Yingluo. it's fine if you don't close the door, but after closing the door, he kept feeling that something was wrong.
cheng donglin touched his thick neck, mumbling as he avoided eye contact.
Seeing him like that, sang Xia's lips twitched. It did not matter if he did not want to come over.
She directly pulled out one of the few pieces from the envelope. It was a dark blue ticket with exquisite workmanship and a very good texture.
