Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan felt their tense nerves slightly relax upon hearing Zhang Su's words. They also took off their backpacks and placed them on the ground, resting their weapons on their legs, some massaging their shoulders, others pinching their arms.
"Mister, what should we call you?"
Zhang Su asked the milk delivery man's name.
Upon hearing Zhang Su speak to him, Wang Guangjun quickly replied, "My surname is Wang, Wang Guangjun."
"Alright, then I'll just call you Old Wang..."
"Hehe, Old Wang from next door... Sorry."
Before Zhang Su could finish, Zheng Xinyu started laughing, only to be glared at, and she pouted in apology.
"Old Wang, judging by your outfit, were you in charge of delivering milk on that street?"
Zhang Su took out a cigarette, lighting it up with satisfaction, noticing Old Wang's envy, tossed one over to him.
"Yes, yes, I was responsible for delivering milk to four communities on that street, and some stores on West Mountain Road too."
