Xiao Liu pressed the doorbell, still wondering what the owner of No. 68 was doing with so much food—was he going into seclusion to repair the chain?

A dozen seconds later, the door to apartment number 68 was gently opened.

A tall, slender man appeared in front of Xiao Liu. Upon seeing the man's face, Xiao Liu was immediately speechless, his jaw dropping.

The man's face was expressionless, and he said in a flat, monotone voice, "Thank you."

Xiao Liu was stunned for a moment, but fortunately, he hadn't completely lost his mind. He stammered, "You're not—who are you?"

The man didn't answer; instead, he reached out and snatched the sheet that Xiao Liu was holding to her chest.

The form was clipped to a piece of cardboard, making it easy to sign. The man wrote a flamboyant "商" (business) character in the signature column and tucked the form back into Xiao Liu's chest.

Xiao Liu was completely dumbfounded: "You can't... eh?"

The man went around to Xiao Liu's back. The items on the cart were tied very tightly to prevent them from falling out, and it took a lot of effort to untie them.

The man reached out and easily lifted the cart full of things, then politely said to Xiao Liu, "Excuse me."

Xiao Liu opened his mouth, then instinctively moved away. He closed his mouth again, thinking he was dreaming.

The man carried his things back into the house, and the door closed automatically behind him.

As if in a dream, Xiao Liu took the elevator downstairs, one step light and one step heavy.

Xiao Liu felt like he had a huge, shocking piece of gossip stuck in his head, so much so that his brain was about to run out of oxygen.

Back at the courier station, his colleague looked at him strangely and asked, "So many things, and you finished unloading them so quickly?"

Xiao Liu opened his mouth, and a bellyful of gossip rushed into his mouth:

Do you know the owner of number 68, you know, that girl named Ye Chu? Holy crap, there's a man in her house who just lifted everything out of the car in one go! Is he some kind of superhuman reincarnation? And that guy is... my goodness, he's... my god, he's... so... so...

Xiao Liu opened her mouth and answered very smoothly, "I didn't unload it. The owner of No. 68 was easy to talk to and let me push the car into her house. Boom—the whole carload of stuff was dumped directly on her floor."

"Huh?" My colleague's eyes widened. The homeowners in this area are notoriously difficult to please, and they rarely let people into their homes.

Xiao Liu touched his head, feeling a bit dizzy, and said confidently, "That's right, that's exactly what happened. She seemed to say she would clean up by herself? Look at my brain, I can't remember."

"You didn't just leave the stuff at their doorstep, did you?" a colleague asked suspiciously.

"No, there really isn't." Xiao Liu pulled out a form from his breast pocket. "Look, the homeowner even signed it."

My colleague took the order and actually went to compare it with the work records.

“Hey—you know what, it really is.” My colleague believed me now. “This signature is exactly the same as the previous one.”

For some reason, Xiao Liu felt his mind was a little foggy. It seemed he had forgotten something important.

"I guess I haven't been getting enough sleep," Xiao Liu thought to himself. "Sleep is so important!"