The phone vibrated in her pocket and her thighs were numb. Xing Qiao held on to the handlebar with one hand and took out her phone with the other hand to take a look - the system had dispatched another order. The pickup address was two hundred meters ahead, and the delivery address was Building B of the Fortune Center, which was in the opposite direction to the order she had in hand.
"I'm really convinced." She muttered, stuffed her phone back into her pocket, and kicked her feet harder.
The sun at six o'clock was still poisonous and made my arms feel hot. Xing Qiao's blue takeout jacket was already soaked through, and the back was sticky, and sweat was dripping down the straps of the helmet. At a red light at the intersection, she put one foot on the ground and lifted up her mask to breathe, feeling a wave of heat hit her face.
There was a Mercedes Benz parked next to it. The windows were covered with dark film, making it difficult to see inside. Xing Qiao glanced at it, feeling nothing in her heart - she also gave it to someone who drove a Mercedes-Benz, and ordered lobster rice for thirty-eight yuan, with the note "leave it at the door and don't knock". As soon as she turned around, the door opened, and a man in pajamas poked his head out and scolded her for not taking the garbage down.
The green light is on.
