"One red pill, two yellow ones."
Aunt Yang followed the instructions and gave the medicine to Qiao Yonghui.
She frowned and muttered to herself, "What kind of medicine do you have in your cabinet? I can't make heads or tails of them."
"They're imported, of course you can't understand them," Qiao Yonghui said.
"Why so many boxes?" Aunt Yang opened the drawer and counted them, ten boxes of each. Besides those, there were many other medicines, all labeled in foreign languages, not a word she could read.
"It's better to be prepared. Alright, don't tell Xiao Xi about my illness today, I don't want her to worry."
Qiao Yonghui lay back down, and Aunt Yang gave him a complex look before shaking her head and leaving.
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After that, Jian Xi went to work at the company every morning, had lunch with Nan Mufeng outside, and then Nan Mufeng would drive her home, where she'd learn yoga and take an afternoon nap.
She and Qiao Yonghui worked in the same company but never crossed paths.
