"I just don't want you to open it now," Kaki explained in a low voice, a look of guilt on his face, "Can you wait until I'm gone and you're alone?" ”

"Hmm" Dill replied gently, putting the envelope away and placing it in the first drawer on the right-hand side.

Then, she went on to pack her things.

When she took out the box of glucose that Mr. White had just given her from her pocket and was about to put it in her tote bag, Kaki Motone spoke again—

"Where did you get this?" The tone was a little hurried, and the voice was slightly raised, which sounded quite questioning.

Dill raised her eyes to look at him, and the inexplicable smile in her eyes made Jia Kimoto a little nervous: "What, where did my things come from and still need to report to you?" ”

"No, I'm just looking familiar"

The familiar rhetoric was obviously not convincing to the young man's sudden questioning tone.

Dill raised her eyebrows, didn't say anything, just looked at him with a faint smile.

"Did you prescribe this at the school hospital?" The boy asked tentatively.

"No," Dill shook her head and added faintly, "it was given by someone else." ”

"Who?"

"Mr. White."

After she finished saying these four words, Kagi Motoyin's gaze suddenly changed. His gaze at the box of medicine in her hand became unfriendly, as if it had some kind of enmity with him.

Although his gaze seemed very "fierce", he did not speak again.

After a while, he said goodbye to Dill in a sullen manner, turned around and walked out of the office.

*

Dill stared at the glucose in her hand for a while, thought about it, and left it in the office drawer.

She would never drink this kind of thing.

Since you can't drink it, it's useless to take it back. Instead of adding weight to your tote bag, you might as well leave it right here.

*

"Father, I'm back."

After entering the house and changing his shoes, Kaki Motoyin said to his father, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa in the living room.

Hearing his son's voice, Jiamu Zhuoheng raised his head and looked away from the newspaper in his hand.

No, my son's mood is not quite right.

A person's voice can always say a lot about it, and it is full of joy, anger and sorrow.

From Jia Mu's slightly deep voice, he naturally heard his son's unpleasant mood.

So, Jiamu Zhuoheng put down the things in his hand, stood up, walked slowly to Jiamu Benyin's side, looked at him softly, and asked with concern: "Benyin, have you encountered anything unhappy?" ”

"No," Kaki replied evasively, avoiding his father's concerned gaze.

"You're lying," Jiamu Zhuoheng's expression suddenly became serious, and his eyes were a little sharp when he looked at his son, "Tell me, what happened?" ”

In Jiamu Benyin's heart, the majesty of Jiamu Zhuoheng's father is still very heavy.

So, after a moment of chattering, he asked, "Father, do we have a pharmaceutical factory at home?" ”

"Pharmaceutical factory?" Jiamu Zhuoheng looked at his son with some doubts, obviously not understanding why he asked like this.

"It's not involved yet, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"A very important friend of mine is sick"