Xiao Qingcang lifted his foot to step out the door, but the other foot hadn't even made it out yet.
Someone behind him called out enthusiastically, "President Xiao, Mrs. Xiao's clothes, bedding, and other personal items..."
This time, before Xiao Qingcang could respond, Shen Hanqian quickly shouted, "Thank you, but we don't need these things. If you don't mind, you can have the shampoo and shower gel!"
To be honest, she was thinking of throwing them directly into the trash, but somehow it didn't seem appropriate.
"Thanks then!"
These were all imported goods, like shampoo, probably costing four to five hundred for a four-hundred-milliliter bottle?
Qianqian usually bought expensive things; it didn't mean she wasn't thrifty. She was very careful with these consumables. Throwing away large containers like this naturally piqued Xiao Qingcang's curiosity.
