Yang Zhengxi suddenly woke up.
He didn't know what time it was, but the blackout curtains in the room made it pitch black inside, though the night lamp still emitted a faint glow.
He blinked blankly twice and then instinctively took out his phone, navigating to the logistics status page with familiar ease.
[Arrived at Qin City transfer warehouse, proceeding...]
Refresh.
The page didn't change.
Refresh again.
The page still didn't change!
"Oh, come on!" He sat up slightly annoyed, "What time is it? Why haven't they delivered it yet?"
Upon closer inspection: Oh, it's only six o'clock.
But it was already bright at six in the morning during summer, if the courier doesn't hurry up and deliver while it's cool, when would they wait until?
Thinking about it, he got up again, went out of the bedroom, and turned outside, rummaging endlessly in his suite's big refrigerator—
What's this?
Ice cream.
Oh, not healthy, put it outside.
What's this?
It's a drink he used to love.
