"Please wait a moment." The woman's voice on the other side became muffled, as if her hand was covering the mouthpiece, "Ms. Wu, did you find any car keys during your shift last night? A gentleman, his face was injured."
A moment later, an older woman took over the phone, and Pei Qiuyu quickly repeated her previous explanation.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, your husband must be mistaken, I was on duty last night, and I didn't see anyone with a face injury," the older woman at the pharmacy replied calmly, with a very good attitude.
Pei Qiuyu raised her voice in surprise, feigning astonishment, "That's not right, the bag my husband brought back has your phone number on it, as well as the logo of Song's Pharmacy. Can you think again?"
"I really didn't see anyone with a face injury last night. What did your husband buy?" the woman asked.
At this question, Pei Qiuyu suddenly became alert and countered, "How do you know my husband bought medications?"