Wu Xiaoshan suppressed the urge to hammer the young man to death, patiently waiting for him to search through the call log.
"Found it!" Two minutes later, the young man exclaimed, then pointed to a number on the screen and said, "It's this one!"
So, Xiaoshan entered the phone number into his own cell phone, made sure it was correct, and then squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "Thank you."
"No need to be polite, we're all friends here." The young man, unaware of the murderous intent in Xiaoshan's eyes, smiled and waved his hand dismissively.
Xiaoshan's mouth twitched, too lazy to waste any more words. He started the sedan and then drove away from the place.
On the road, he dialed Zhang Tianfeng's partner's number, "Hello, this is Shun Shui Express. May I speak with Miss Zhang Nan? We need you to personally sign for a delivery."
"Just leave it in the parcel locker, I'll pick it up later." A coquettish female voice responded over the phone.
