Uncle Zhang was even more confused. “President, you’ve never had a private express delivery before...”
The President’s status was special, so most people wouldn’t send him a express delivery. As for his friends, they were either rich or noble, so what could they ask their servants or special assistants to deliver? What kind of service did ordinary people need -- a package?
Who knew.
Gong sheng said unhappily, “Maybe a stupid woman will send me a package?”
Uncle Zhang: “Ah? Why would miss Xiao Qiao send you a package?”
Living under the same roof every day, what kind of trick was this?
He didn’t understand.
Gong Sheng had no choice but to show off a little and explained, “She came back from France and brought me a gift. You know she’s shy, so she’s embarrassed to give it to me in person. It should be a package delivered to my office.”
Uncle Zhang was shocked. “Really? This...”
How could he not see that Miss Xiao Qiao was “Shy”?
