"Hey, Old Jia!"
Lu Fan walked into the shop with a smile. "Here to deliver our water?"
When Jiasheng saw him enter, he wanted to seize the initiative and strike first.
But for some reason, whenever he met Lu Fan's gaze, he couldn't help but feel inferior.
The other man's presence simply overwhelmed him.
But Jiasheng glanced at Jiang Yixia and, deciding to fight for his future happiness, stressed, "I'm delivering water for Yixia. I've been doing it for two years now."
"Thanks, Old Jia," Lu Fan said cheerfully. "It must be tiring, but at least you can earn some extra cash. It's making me think I should open my own water delivery service."
Jiang Yixia knew Lu Fan was teasing Jiasheng, so she said to the latter, "Thank you, Brother Jia. I'll transfer you the money for the water on WeChat later."
"Okay, no problem." Jiasheng knew he couldn't win a war of words with Lu Fan, so he picked up the empty jug and left.
