Yan Cijin was upset. That much was obvious.
And she had no idea how to fix it properly.
After hesitating for a second more, Bai Li finally opened the door and went home.
She stepped into her apartment, closed the door behind her, and immediately began emptying everything. Her backpack came off first. Then she started piling the supplies from her spatial storage into the living room one after another. The floor slowly filled with the things she had brought back from downstairs. Bottled water. Drinks. Snacks. Packets of seasoning. Wet wipes. Tissues. Small useful items that would be hard to replace later. Some of it she had carried physically. Some of it she had pulled out of her spatial storage. Either way, it ended up in the same place, creating a neat little pile in the middle of the living room.
The sight of all those supplies made Bai Li's nerves settle a little.
At least the trip had not been wasted.
