After finishing lunch, Lin Li asked Wu Min to help log him back into the food delivery account, then went out to wrap up task number four.
"Sun, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival today, haven't you kept track? Hou Yi should really shoot you in the face."
As Lin Li pushed the electric scooter to its maximum speed, feeling the slightly warm breeze blowing against him, he complained.
Wasn't it supposed to be only June, July, and August that belonged to summer? Then what's today's high of thirty degrees supposed to mean?
"Your coffee." Lin Li ran towards the waiting customer down the office building.
"Thank you." The tired office worker yawned and returned to the building.
Donkeys won't whip themselves, but humans will buy coffee for their bosses.
Humans, pretty impressive, right?
Even Hannibal would shake his head at this; with Uncle Ba's quality control, he surely wouldn't eat the bitter workhorse.
