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She was faced with an array of sanitary pads on the shelf.
Always, ABC, Whisper...
And there were so many types: for daytime, for nighttime, panty liners, thick, thin, ultra-thin, with a mesh surface, with a cotton surface...
Mai Xiaomai was at a loss as to which one to buy for Xiaomai and, after hesitating for a moment, he simply swept various brands and types of all sorts into his little shopping cart before proceeding to the checkout amidst the odd looks from everyone around.
There was quite a queue at the checkout, and they were all neighbors.
They all knew him.
Seeing him with a cart full of sanitary pads, everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
And his female subordinate had already discreetly taken a photo and gossiped with her closer colleagues in the company.
"Ah, I'm totally shocked today. I actually saw our President Qiao buying sanitary pads for his wife."
Then, her circle of friends burst into an unprecedented heated discussion.
