A Hermes Bag Delivered to the Wrong Address, and I Inherited a Hundred-Billion-Yuan Empire

The torrential rain pounds against my helmet, like someone is hammering my head again and again.

I grip the electric scooter's handlebars with all my might, my knee burning with pain. I took a turn too sharply and fell in the alley behind the mall.

Rainwater runs down my trouser leg, mingling with blood.

But I don't dare stop.

I can't stop.

The screen reads: 03:12 remaining on the order. Late penalty: 80 yuan. Bonus for accepting: 300 yuan, waiting to be claimed.

Three hundred yuan. Enough to cover half a month's rent, and enough to buy Chen Granny all her blood pressure medicine for the month.

“Lin Xia, don't come back too late. The roads are slippery after dark.”

Chen Granny's voice still echoes in my ear through the phone, hoarse yet gentle.