Those eyes were too unsettling to look straight at.
Lin Qing pinched the quilt, but after a long time, she heard nothing. She turned around and found that Ming Jing had disappeared at some unknown point.
Lin Qing was so scared that she immediately sat up on the bed, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
Could this girl walk without making a sound?
——
"Miss, there's a delivery for you." Han Suwen handed a package to Ming Jing.
Zhou Bao popped up from the side, snatching it: "Cousin, what good stuff did you buy?"
Ming Jing gave her a glance and said indifferently, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Zhou Bao exclaimed, "Can I open it then?"
Ming Jing nodded: "As you wish."
Zhou Bao giggled, finding a pair of scissors to cut open the courier packaging box, and inside was another layer of foam, tightly wrapped.
"What is it? It's packed so securely."
It took Zhou Bao quite some effort to open it. Inside the foam was an exquisite box that looked expensive at first glance.
