The matter wasn't serious.
The pharmaceutical supplier provided an explanation, saying they made a mistake during loading and asked them to return the batch of caterpillar fungus. The correct shipment would be sent out today.
Their attitude was good and cooperative.
So they didn't bother much.
That afternoon after work, Claire Prescott returned to her room and changed into a lighter dress.
It was simply because the weather was too hot today; the horse-face skirt she was wearing felt a bit stuffy, so she returned to change. Before heading out, she casually braided her hair into a plait over her left shoulder.
However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw her cousin Stella Sinclair standing in front of her.
Without a word, she was scrutinized from head to toe.
She didn't want to respond.
Stella hurriedly stopped her, "Are you going out?"
"Does it concern you?"
Stella's voice caught.
When she saw her last night, it wasn't clear, but she still thought she looked decent.
