"What do you want from me!"
The voice from the other end of the phone was slightly deep and neutral, but what was the deal with calling himself "zhen"?
Su Sheng looked bewildered, but bound by a promise to fulfill a task for someone, all he could do in this situation was respond, "Hello, your package has arrived, please come downstairs to pick it up. I have too many orders on my side and no time to deliver it upstairs."
Before setting off, Zhao Jun had instructed him to hand the product directly to the client and utter a few kind words; he had done all that, albeit differently than usual.
Unexpectedly, the response from the other end was completely off-point, "So you are a courier, what should you call 'zhen' then?"
Err, Su Sheng checked over the list; there was no real name. How would I know what to call you?
