Hua Xiaomo looked at him and gave a strange smile. "Wen Yajun, you courier guys sure start early!"
"Heh, it's not really that early; it's almost seven-thirty," Wen Yajun said with a shy smile that spread across his face.
"Huh, where's your delivery? Don't you have to send it out?" Hua Xiaomo asked.
"I... I came especially to see you," Wen Yajun said, his face turning slightly red with embarrassment.
Hua Xiaomo tilted her head, asking slyly, "To see me?"
Alright, she was truly tired now, and no matter how significant other things were, they weren't as important as her urge to sleep at that moment.
Without waiting for him to speak, Hua Xiaomo yawned and asked directly, "Wen Yajun, did you ride a vehicle here?"
"A vehicle?" Wen Yajun hesitated.
"Like an electric bike or a motorcycle? I'm so tired I don't even want to walk. Can you give me a ride home, please?" Hua Xiaomo asked with a faint smile.
