The young mailman faced Leng Yuan's dark expression, scratching his head with a foolish grin. "Brother Leng."
He sounded a little sheepish.
It wasn't that he meant to stare, but Gu Jiaojiao was just too beautiful. He had never seen anyone so pretty and lost control for a moment.
Seeing Leng Yuan's scowl now, the mailman felt incredibly guilty. As Leng Yuan walked over, he quickly pulled a letter out of his bag.
"The recent heavy snow created quite a backlog of mail. We just found this one yesterday. Since I was delivering mail to the countryside today, I brought it over for you."
Leng Yuan's mail was special and required his personal signature, so it had to be delivered to him in person.
However, during the last heavy snow, mail couldn't be delivered to several places. Only the Qingshan Team was relatively close to the county, so it wasn't affected much.
