“Miss Zhu, your express package.” A woman says outside.

Express package? The service of express delivery is still available in the evening?

Zhu Ting feels strange. She looks through the peep hole and sees a middle-aged woman standing at the door with something on her hands.

“Ding-a-ling.”

“Miss Zhu, your express package.”

Zhu Ting looks around. Then she fetches a mop and puts it beside the door. When she is about ...