After waiting for more than ten minutes, Jiang Zhi finally put down his pen.
Chen Bing had thought he was writing a very long letter after waiting so long.
But upon receiving it, he found it was only two pages.
Isn't he writing too slowly?
Chen Bing gave Jiang Zhi a suspicious glance but ultimately didn't ask anything.
He put both letters into an envelope, sealed it, put a stamp on it, and wrote the address.
"I'll go mail the letter now. Do you want to come along?" Chen Bing asked the two people.
The reason Chen Bing asked was actually just because of a passing thought.
But to Chen Bing's surprise, the two of them actually stood up and followed him to the post office to watch him mail the letter.
Chen Bing, "...."
Even if they don't trust him, they don't have to make it so obvious, do they?
Jiang Tongyuan saw Chen Bing's expression, laughed, and patted him on the arm, "Young man, don't mind us. We old folks are just meticulous; it's in our nature!"
Chen Bing, "..."
