The small truck that the assistant drove was temporarily rented. The bed was too heavy for the assistant to lift. The things were carried onto the truck by the loaders. Stephanie glanced at it and shouted into the room, "Hey, that guy!"
She had forgotten to ask his name.
"Stephanie, don't you know his name?" the assistant asked.
"I don't care what his name is." Stephanie said.
The assistant nodded.
Hearing the noise, Harold opened the door and came out. When he saw the truck at the door, he had already expected it. He found the bed was really huge. He thought about it and thanked Stephanie.
"Thank you."
Then, he put his hands on the cargo carriage and jumped up. Stephanie's assistant was stunned. "Have you underwent training before?"
Stephanie couldn't help but look at Harold. He was wearing a long sleeve and his whole body was wrapped tightly. The gauze on his head was very thick today, and even his eyes were almost invisible.
