Yan Zhihan quickly made her way over; she lived in Sifang New Village, not far from Meihua Villa, and it took at most half an hour on bus 59.
The girl was wearing a white blouse and denim shorts, standing downstairs with an umbrella.
"What's up? Why the urgent call to have me come over?"
Seeing Bai Yang looking around suspiciously as he descended the building, carrying something unknown in his arms, Yan stepped forward and asked.
"Yan, I need your help," Bai Yang said gravely, "It's an emergency, life or death."
"Alright, tell me." Yan Zhihan nodded, "What do you need me to do?"
Bai Yang handed the plastic-wrapped parcel to her. Yan Zhihan put her umbrella on the ground, took it, and weighed it curiously, flipping it over and over.
"What is this?"
"An airplane cup."
"Ah?"
The girl's hand trembled, almost dropping the plastic parcel to the ground; her eyes widened to perfect circles, and her mouth hung open, unable to close for quite some time.
