"Look, it's this one."
Xu Hongdou took out her phone, found a picture of the slimming tea packaging, and handed the phone to Zhao Heng.
It was fortunate that she still had a photo in her phone, otherwise, figuring out this slimming tea would take some effort.
Zhao Heng took the phone and looked at it, and the packaging in the picture clearly said "Snow Mountain Red Flower Slimming Tea".
"Do you still have this tea?"
Seeing this kind of packaging and name, Zhao Heng furrowed his brow and asked.
"A friend I met in Dali gave me two boxes, and I've only finished one box; there's still one left."
Xu Hongdou was a bit flustered. Seeing Zhao Heng's expression, she knew that there was definitely something wrong with this "Snow Mountain Red Flower Slimming Tea".
"How many packets are in a box?"
Zhao Heng asked again.
"Five packets per box, and I don't drink it often."
"Brother-in-law, is there something wrong with this tea?"
Xu Hongdou said nervously.
