The bottle rolled onto the carpet, producing a muffled sound.
Yan Qianyi curiously looked toward the bottle that had rolled under the table corner, wondering if it was the one she had used to pack Mu Yunlie's medicine?
However, the light beneath the table corner was dim, and she couldn't see it clearly.
She was about to retrieve it when suddenly Mu Yunlie spoke lowly, "Yan Qianyi!"
"Present!" Yan Qianyi reflexively straightened up and looked toward the Commander.
Behind the mask, his eyes conveyed a strange expression, seemingly displeased.
"Giving medicine as a greeting gift, are you cursing me?" Mu Yunlie asked, his hands already clenched into fists, masking his current nervousness with anger.
"I…" Yan Qianyi opened her mouth dumbfoundedly, innocently saying, "I didn't, I... just wanted to give you something useful, so…"
She didn't know how to explain herself anymore.
She realized now that giving medicine as a welcoming gift seemed quite inappropriate.
