Yin Cheng slammed the handle of the electric car, and the handle shook, almost throwing the takeout box out of the back seat. He raised his eyes and glanced at his phone. The screen showed that there were still eight minutes until the food delivery timeout. The address was in a wealthy area on the outskirts of the city, and the navigation showed that he still had to go around two streets.
"Damn it, if this order goes over time, I'll have to do three orders today for nothing!" Yin Cheng spat and pushed aside the sweaty hair on his forehead. He has been nimble since he was a child, and his fox-like appearance exudes intelligence. Even if he used to hang out in the alleys, secretly picking peaches from neighbors, and helping people build bridges to earn some pocket money, there was nothing he couldn't handle. Later, when I grew up, I felt that I was just messing around and had no serious academic qualifications, so I started working as a takeaway. With my eyesight and quick legs, I could make ends meet.
