It was ten past eleven in the evening, and the autumn night in Wuhan was already bone-chillingly cold.
Lu Yan squatted under the crooked sycamore tree at the entrance of the pedestrian street, propped up the electric car, took out his mobile phone and took a look at the order. The screen shows the route from "Laowu BBQ" to "Suburban Biological Research Institute", which is 7.8 Kilometers and the delivery fee is 15 yuan and 30 cents. He swiped the screen upwards and glanced at his account balance - eighty-seven dollars and four cents. The rent is due the day after tomorrow, and the landlord's aunt has already sent three WeChat messages. The tone of the last one is obviously not good: "Xiao Lu, if you are really in difficulty, I won't rush you, but you have to give me the right words."
He couldn't give an accurate answer.
