To her memory, she had not done any online shopping, so there shouldn't have been any deliveries for her… unless it was this something she had bid on before Chinese New Year?
Song Qingchun rushed toward the deliveryman in her heels with confusion festering in her mind.
When Song Qingchun got close, the deliveryman bent over and picked out a green box from his package. He glanced at the order form that was pasted on the box and asked, "Are you Miss Song Qingchun?"
"Yes." Song Qingchun stopped at around half a meter away from the young man.
"Miss Song, please sign here." The deliveryman passed Song Qingchun both the box and a pen.
Song Qingchun accepted the box with both hands and looked at the form. It was indeed her name on it. She assumed it was some kind of snacks that she had forgotten ordering and signed the order without a second thought.
The rest of the office was too busy to give their little transaction any thought.
