The roar of a motorcycle suddenly broke the silence in the courtyard. Xiao Song, Director Song’s nephew, rushed in with his hair in a disarray, mud splattered across the knees of his overalls.
"Uncle! I heard there’s an urgent delivery? I just got back from repairing a bicycle in the next village!"
He took the sealed envelope and pulled a crumpled schedule from his jacket. "There’s a bus to the city at six tomorrow morning. I guarantee I’ll be at the station an hour early!"
Chapter 691