Wen Mian constantly questioned who could have sent this package.
Even more so, what was their real intent?
No matter how much she speculated, there was no clear answer.
It made Wen Mian grit her teeth in hesitation, her gaze flickering nervously before cautiously asking, "Who's the sender? Did they leave any information?"
"I wouldn't know. I'm just the courier."
The conversation came to an abrupt halt.
Trying to gather more details was futile.
Frowning deeply, Wen Mian proceeded to carefully open the package at the doorway.
Inside was a small, square box.
It looked both exquisite and compact.
But Wen Mian couldn't deduce who had sent it.
From the wrapping, it resembled a gift—almost charming in its own way.
With an uneasy feeling, she lifted the lid of the box…
"Bang!"
"Ah——!"
Leaping out of the box was a singing, ghostly doll.
The sudden noise made Wen Mian scream in alarm.
