He picked up a pill and was about to examine it when Yan Qianyi suddenly slapped his hand away, causing the pill to drop onto the table.
"You haven't washed your hands, there are germs."
"My hands were just disinfected," Mu Yunlie said with a hint of grievance.
He, a person with a penchant for cleanliness, was actually being disliked by her for having germs on his hands.
Yan Qianyi carefully packaged the pills, "These pills cost me quite a bit of money, they're very precious. Don't touch them recklessly."
She cherished her own laborious work.
Mu Yunlie pondered for a moment and said, "Now that they're packed, let me deliver them to the courier company."
"No need, just make a phone call, they will come to pick it up."
"It'll be faster if I directly take it there, which can save some time. Besides, I have some matters to deal with along the way."
