Because this is a villa area, every time there are letters and packages, the mailman always delivers them personally.
Last night, Ruan Jiaojiao had a nightmare and hardly slept, her head was groggy, and she was lying on the sofa.
Shu Jiao was massaging her forehead, her brow never relaxed.
Shu Lang went out to get the mail, glanced at the address on it, and suspiciously said, "Isn't this address just a bit ahead? Why send a letter here."
As he spoke, he walked into the hall and handed the letter to Shu Jiao, who was massaging Jiaojiao's forehead on the sofa.
Shu Jiao took it, glanced at the address, and found that it was indeed from within the city and from a very nearby address, also filled with confusion.
She opened the letter, and a photo immediately fell out. She didn't pick it up in time, and the photo happened to fall right in front of Ruan Jiaojiao.
Curiously, Ruan Jiaojiao took a glance.
Cake?
The photo showed a cake.
