Y Country, inside Allen's private castle, Peter entered from outside, holding a package in his hand, and when he saw Allen, he threw the package at him, "Here, the little guy from the Fu family sent this for you."
Allen's expressionless face finally showed a reaction, a touch of warmth appeared in his cold eyes as he caught the package, but he didn't rush to open it.
The handwriting on the express slip was delicate, obviously from a woman. As Allen looked at this familiar handwriting, a softer light grew in his eyes, and he gently touched the name with his fingertips.
Peter turned back and came over, handing him a pair of scissors, "Here."
However, Allen didn't take them and kept his head down. Without looking, Peter knew what he was thinking about. He pursed his lips—it was just an express slip written by Shen Qinglan, nothing worth fussing over.
He placed the scissors on the coffee table and sat on the other side, casually picking up a medical book from the table.
