"A delivery?"
Xue Yang said, "Sorry, you have the wrong number. I haven't bought anything recently."
"There's no mistake. You live at… right?" The person on the other end read out an address.
Xue Yang frowned. The address was indeed his rental apartment. He went to the master bedroom, pushed open the window, and glanced down. Aside from a sparse scattering of people hurrying home and the occasional car speeding past, he didn't see anyone who looked like a courier. Besides, it was far too late. Convinced it was a prank, Xue Yang was about to hang up.
Just then, the person on the other end of the line dropped the act, their real voice coming through. It was a young girl's voice, tinged with laziness and, if you listened closely, a hint of impatience.
"Alright, it's Si Wen. If you don't come down, I'm taking this package right back with me."
Si Wen! Isn't that Lin Xi's best friend?
A realization struck Xue Yang, and he jolted. "Wait for me!" he blurted out.
