"Is there a problem?" In the room, Zhao Fan, who was discussing the details with the director of the festival team, also heard su de open the door. However, there was no response. After informing the director, he hung up the phone and walked out.
Su deting stopped by the box outside.
Zhao Fan looked at su di and then fixed his eyes on the box. The box was made of wood and was square in shape. It looked like a container. There was no online shopping number and there was not even an address. It was just a few people. The courier seemed to be impatient. The few words seemed to be written in a hurry.
"This is her delivery?" Zhao Fan took a look and frowned. "Could this be a prank by some anti-fan?"
Su di shook his head. He stared at the letters and saw that the word " MOFU " was scribbled. It was not hard to guess that the delivery belonged to Meng Fu.
This wasn't an accident.
Su Di's eyes stopped on the last two letters, " M Xia.
