This damn weather is raining so hard! "
Feng Yiying wiped the rain off his face. His raincoat had long been soaked by the downpour, and it clung tightly to his body, outlining his not-so-strong but clean-lined body. The last express box hung on the handle of the electric car, and the edges of the paper box were almost soaked. He held the mobile phone between his chin, his voice was a little breathy, and he deliberately softened his tone: "Aunt Zhang, yes, yes, yes, this is Xiaofeng. Your express delivery has arrived downstairs. It's raining too much. I'll send it up to you. Don't worry, I'll be there soon!" "
