Sister Hua was stumped by the question. She had been preparing breakfast initially, how could she have noticed what the young master was holding in his hands? Sister Hua shook her head blankly, "I'm not sure about that."
Chuxia stared at Sister Hua with her large eyes, her hands gripping the water glass even tighter, her expression earnest and determined, "Sister Hua, could you please think about it again?"
Sister Hua didn't understand why Chuxia was suddenly so interested in a medicine box, but she still recalled that morning's events carefully and described them slowly, "I don't think so, at that time, the young master received a phone call, hurried out, grabbed his coat, and left."
Chuxia's heart remained hanging and couldn't relax, she held her breath and asked again, "Are you sure? The young master really didn't have a medicine box in his hand?"
