Trixie didn't mind about it but carried the box directly into the house.

Daryl had prepared all the dishes and brought them to the table. Looking at Trixie coming in from the outside, he asked. "Who is it?"

"Express delivery. It seems to be yours."

Trixie carefully looked through the information on the express delivery list but could not find the sender's name. There was nothing but an "anonymous" and a hidden phone number.

"Let me check. You go eat your dinner." Daryl wiped his hand, took the box from Trixie's hand, shook it, and there was a rushing sound inside.

Although Trixie sat at the table to eat, her...