Takeout?
Chuxia's dark pupils spun around, and she looked slightly startled, saying subconsciously, "I didn't order any takeout!"
"No? Yiyuan East District Yingyue Building, room 1102, that's this place, right?" The delivery guy repeated the address on his order sheet with clear enunciation.
Chuxia listened, the address was indeed correct, she nodded and said, "Yes, it's here, but I really didn't order any takeout."
"How could that be? It's clearly written on my order sheet, the money has also been paid, if not you then who? Hurry up and sign for it, I still have to rush to deliver the next one."
The delivery guy unceremoniously set down the takeout and turned to leave. Chuxia called out to his retreating figure several times, but he didn't look back. With no other choice, Chuxia reluctantly opened the iron gate, looked at the takeout on the ground, and picked it up to bring it back inside.
