The taped box was about the size of three to four shoe boxes together. But there was no sight of the express bill.

Only a sticky note was pasted on it with Larissa's name and department handwritten on it.

The handwriting didn't ring a bell. She couldn't guess who the sender was.

Instead of dwelling on that question, she opened the box.

Soon, she noticed that something was off.

It seemed like someone had removed the tape and stuck it back again. She didn't use much strength to remove it.

Larissa wondered if it was the sender's mistake or if someone else had opened it before she did.

After throwing the tape into the trash can, she opened the box.

There was a bunch was stuff in it.

There was a cushion pillow, a neck pillow, a small blanket, and some snacks. On top of that, there were also cartons of orange juice too.

Larissa could guess who the sender was the moment she saw the orange juice.

Quickly, she took her phone out of the drawer and turned it on. She was swarmed by unr