The sender's name was blacked out with ink and was illegible; only a contact phone number was visible.
Bai Xiaoruo had asked the courier beforehand to black out her name after the package arrived, so that no one would know that she had sent it to Xian Mingyu.
Annie took the package and went straight to Xuan Mingyu's office.
"Knock knock knock—"
"Come in."
Xian Mingyu held his forehead, not raising his head.
He looked tired after working non-stop for several days.
He wanted to keep himself busy so he could forget that damned woman and erase her from his memory completely.
Annie walked in carrying the package. "President, this is your package."
"Mine?" Xian Mingyu looked up. He hadn't bought anything from her. Could it be sent by someone he knew?
Anne placed the package on his desk but didn't leave immediately.
Is there anything else?
"I'm fine."
"Then what are you still standing here for?"
"I'm just curious! Oh, Mr. President, don't be so stingy! Hurry up and open it so I can see what's inside."
"Get out." Xian Mingyu gave him an impatient dismissal.
"ah?"
Do I need to say it a second time?
"Uh, I'll go out now." If I make him say it a second time, I'll probably have to be carried out.
Sigh, what a stingy person. What's the harm in looking? Fine, I won't look. She still has so many packages to unpack.
Hsien Mingyu used a pair of scissors from the drawer to cut open the package. When he tore open the wrapping paper, he found it was his light blue jacket.
He had almost forgotten about it.
If this is what's sent, he'll instantly know who the sender is.
There was also a small note tucked inside. He took it out and looked at it. It was a line of neat, small handwriting, written by Bai Xiaoruo.
[The clothes got a little wet in the rain while I was hanging them out to dry, and I accidentally machine washed them. There are some marks on the cuffs, but I've sewed them up for you. I hope you don't mind.]
After reading the note, Xian Mingyu crumpled it into a ball without hesitation and threw it directly into the trash can.
That filthy woman, wouldn't it have been simpler for her to just throw her away? Why send her something else? Is she trying to play hard to get again?
He threw the garment, along with the package, onto the ground like trash.
He pressed a button on the landline, and soon a bodyguard pushed open the door and walked in.
"Young Master, what are your orders?"
"Take that bag of trash off the ground and burn it!"
"Burned?" The bodyguard glanced at it; it wasn't trash at all, but a jacket that looked quite new.
"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, young master." The bodyguard picked up the clothes from the ground and quickly left Xuan Mingyu's office.
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