C183 It's too late if you don't like it

After sending the message, Jiang Weimin walked over to Zhao Xiangyun's side.

"Is something wrong?" Jiang Weimin asked.

When he saw Zhao Xiangyun previously, he had already talked with the postal staff.

Logically speaking, they should have already bought the stamps and envelopes, but right now, they were still queuing up and had returned to the back of the line