His already gloomy face was instantly becoming angry.
"So annoying! Don't I know to go home? Sending me package after I blocked her number. Is she going to write a letter next time?"
It was the first time they saw him mad, and the young men who were delivering the packages stepped back and didn't dare to move.
"Next time you see this name, just throw it away and don't tell me!"
Henry threw the box hard into the trash can.
But Daniel reached out and intercepted it in mid-air.
Henry's phone rang at this moment.
The moment he picked up the phone and saw the caller ID, his expression softened.
"What's wrong, Xena? Is there something wrong?"
Henry rubbed his tired eyes and his face just blocked the name on the screen.
But I still guessed it.
Xena Simpson.
His first love.
Who was also the hostage he rescued in the major case a month ago.
Maybe he was the only one who thought so.
The impatience and irritability in his tone instantly disappeared, as if he had suddenly become a different person. And there was a tenderness in his eyes that I had never seen before.
"Did you see her send a package? Yeah, I received it. Okay, I'll open it now."
Henry continued to remind her to eat and sleep on time.