"Mainly because there's nothing else to do, so I thought I'd come out and do some work."
Zhao Xiangyang chuckled, "My legs aren't in great shape, so I can't go back yet. Delivering packages here isn't a problem."
"But in your situation, you need to rest properly. If something unexpected happens, it won't be easy to recover."
"It's fine, I'm being careful. The boss treats me well and doesn't make me do anything too tiring."
Lin Yi said nothing more; everyone has their own way of living.
It wasn't his place to say anything else.
Just then, a middle-aged man wearing shorts and slippers walked out of the delivery station.
"Stop chatting, there's so much work to do. Hurry up, or I'll find someone else if you dawdle."
"Alright, alright, I'll be done soon."
Lin Yi glanced at the middle-aged man, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, dressed sloppily, seemingly the boss of the delivery station.
"Is this who you said treats you well?"
