Old Mrs. Qin returned to her job at the library and did not forget to save a seat for Li Qiao. In the afternoon, she saw her and said with a kind smile, "Did you wash your face back at the dorm this morning? Did your roommates make fun of you?"
Li Qiao, blushing: "There was no one in the dorm then." She suddenly got angry and said, "Jin didn't even call me, almost making me late." She clearly remembered setting the alarm. It must have been him who turned it off when he left.
Old Mrs. Qin: "You came back late last night, so he probably thought you didn't have class this morning."
Just as the grandmother and granddaughter were talking, a female classmate passed by, placing a box in front of Li Qiao without turning her head and walked away.
Old Mrs. Qin glanced at it, and seeing that it was addressed to Li Qiao, she said, "That wasn't a gift from that girl just now, was it? If it was, she didn't say a word, and there's no signature on it."
