That evening, as soon as Su Qiao got home, she noticed that the coffee table was covered with travel brochures.
She looked at the man on the sofa in surprise. He was holding a laptop and typing. "Are you going traveling?"
"Traveling?"
Li Jingtai looked up at her and calmly denied it. "No. It's just for my writing, so I'm taking a look."
So it was for his writing!
Su Qiao didn't pay much attention to it.
After all, writers dabbled in all sorts of things, and the books they read were incredibly varied, covering every genre and subject.
Su Qiao had intended to go upstairs and take a shower, but when she turned around, she caught sight of the boxes piled in one corner of the living room.
She froze for a moment, then walked over curiously and opened several boxes to rummage through them.
There was quite a variety of things inside.
Towels, shampoo, toothbrushes and toothpaste, laundry detergent, and so on.
She turned to look at Li Jingtai. "Why did you buy so many daily necessities?"
Li Jingtai was still holding his laptop. He looked up at her with a completely innocent expression.
"It's nothing. I was afraid you wouldn't be used to the things back home after you returned, so I bought a little extra and will ship them there first."
Su Qiao would have believed him only if she were a fool.
"But there's no need to buy this much, is there?"
Who bought shampoo and towels by the box?
Did he think he was running a wholesale business?
"Is it that much?"
Li Jingtai paused, then stood up with his laptop and walked over naturally. "It's no big deal if there's a little extra. We can give it to other people later. My mother