C459 Pick Clothes for Me

Yin Zeyan glanced down as a piece of paper fluttered out. Bending over, he picked it up and took a look. The handwriting was messy, with a hint of defiance:

"How's it going, weakling? Did you get so mad you dropped something? Supplements are expensive, don't waste them. If you don't want them, give them to someone in the next room who needs them!

—Jing Yuanhao