C32 The Old House Is on Fire

Friday morning, Jiang Feng's phone rang. It was an unknown number.

"Is this Jiang Feng?" A young man said stiffly in Mandarin.

"I am. Who is it?"

"I have your delivery. I will wait at the gate. "

"Okay, I'll be right there. "

"Hurry up. " The courier brother urged.

When he went downstairs, Jiang Feng muttered in his heart. Recently, he didn't buy anything on the Internet