The next day.
Qiao Yun's items had arrived.
Local express delivery, 24-hour home delivery.
Since Su Mian was at home, she helped Qiao Yun to receive the package.
The delivery guy was a tall and sturdily built handsome man.
Dressed in the uniform of the delivery company, he somehow made it look like a military uniform.
"Hello, Ms. Qiao's package, please sign for it."
Su Mian, looking at the delivery man, expressed her surprise, "Aren't you the taxi driver that usually hangs around nearby? Have you switched jobs?"
Zhou You flashed a professional smile, "Just a part-time job."
Su Mian's mind immediately filled with a long and sorrowful soap opera plot, and she looked at Zhou You with sympathy in her eyes.
"From now on, if my family has any packages, I will definitely call you. How much do you get for a delivery? Is it enough to help you get through tough times?"