C1235 But It Was a Mistake

Hua Xiangxue picked up the cushion and examined it closely, frowning. "Yesterday, I opened two cushions, and the filling wasn't like this!"

Lee Gao raised an eyebrow, responding, "Does it matter if they're different? They weren't made at the same time. Think about it—this one was made two months ago! Those other cushions were made recently, some even earlier."

Hua Xiangxue considered this