At the end of work, Chen Ying came back and said with curiosity, "Sangsang, that Zhao Chun sent you something again."
As she spoke, she handed her the package.
By the way, she widened her eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of hostility.
"Oh, thank you so much." Tian Sangsang took the item and touched its shape with her hand—it was round, like a disc. It must be the music piece Zhao Chun had finished.
Chen Ying couldn't help but ask, "What's the deal between you two? Why is he always sending you stuff?"
Her tone was full of gunpowder.
Tian Sangsang replied gloomily, "It's just a normal friendship exchange. Zhao Chun is Yanyan's Susu, you know."
She really couldn't fathom why Chen Ying always held onto this grievance.
