Upon receiving the phone call, Shi Yu instantly lost interest in anything else, quickly snapped the docunt he was halfway through reading shut, his gaze faintly darkened, "Where does it hurt?"
"My stomach."
"Ate sothing wrong?"
"No, I have nstrual cramps..."
Upon hearing this, Shi Yu’s gaze turned hostile, and then he coldly spit out a sentence, "Endure it!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.
"Beep——"
With phone in hand, Shen Cheng heard the tone from the other side, her already pale face losing even more color.
She frowned in displeasure, tossing the phone aside.
She reached for a pillow, turned over, and lay on her stomach on top of it, seemingly trying to use this posture to relieve the discomfort in her abdon.
With eyes closed, she thought that if she could just fall asleep, everything would be okay, but the thought of how that man had ignored her and even hung up on her made her angry!
n, they are creatures that think with their lower half, only knowing pleasure, not compassion.
The more she thought about it, the more indignant she beca, so she sat up again, picked up her phone, and opened the online store.
In the search box, she typed, "nstrual pain patches."
She had heard about this product before and it seed quite effective.
She browsed a store with a monthly sales volu exceeding thirty thousand. God, the price was really cheap, 29.8 yuan for a box.
But price was secondary, sales volu was key.
Are there so many won with nstrual cramps?
She consulted with custor service: "Are these patches effective?"
Custor Service: "Dear, if it’s ineffective, a full refund, oh."
Shen Cheng: "Refunds are too troubleso!"
Custor Service: "Dear, refunds are not troubleso, and very convenient, you can return it anyti, oh."
Shen Cheng: "That hurts, do you even know how to sell stuff!"
Custor Service: "Dear, this baby has undergone professional training, very good at sales, oh!"
Shen Cheng: "..."
Custor Service: "Dear, are you still there? The store is running a promotion, buy ten boxes and get a selfie stick, oh!"
Shen Cheng: "Are you sick! Why would you give a selfie stick with nstrual pain patches?"
Custor Service: "Dear, you can take a selfie while wearing the nstrual pain patch, to showcase to other buyers, oh!"
Shen Cheng: "..."
Custor Service: "Dear, if you need it just place an order, oh!"
Shen Cheng didn’t continue to reply because she felt certain that this custor service must be sick, and severely so!
Then, she started to place orders...
One after another, one after another.
She wasn’t actually planning to buy; she was just doing it for fun.
In just five minutes, she had placed dozens of orders and after paying for each order, chose to refund them.
The reason for the refund she submitted was, "Ordered wrong, will reorder."
Then, system notifications kept popping up, "The seller has agreed to your refund request, and the refund amount will be returned to your account within one working day."
Soon, Shen Cheng turned off her phone.
Lying in bed, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, she rubbed her abdon gently, for the first ti experiencing what was ant by pain accompanied by pleasure.
anwhile, at the sa ti, Shi Yu dialed Qin Jin’s phone but remained silent.
He said nothing, and Qin Jin started to ask, "What’s up, got sothing bothering you?"
Shi Yu gave a cold hum in response, turned the speakerphone on, and threw the phone onto the desk.
He took out a cigarette from the pack, lit it, put it in his mouth, took a drag, and spoke with irritation, "When a woman is uncomfortable during her special ti, is there a way to relieve it?"
Hearing his words, Qin Jin on the other end of the phone asked with a laugh, "What special ti? Can you be more specific?"
Shi Yu’s eyes darkened, tinged with a bone-chilling coldness, "Don’t play dumb with ."
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