The emerald green fragments on the table no longer convey the exquisite and luxurious nature of the Heavenly Craft Exhibition's gold medal.
Then, another question arises.
Boss Jiang remained calm in the face of danger, lifted his gaze, and looked at Zhao Fan, who was crafting a story in his mind across from him.
"After the customer signs for the delivery, if the package is damaged, is the delivery person responsible?"
"..."
Zhao Fan was speechless.
Boss Jiang's sudden question left the true delivery guy stunned.
"Should be, not."
Zhao Fan shook his head dumbly.
Good.
At least there's no need to worry about being slandered.
Boss Jiang withdrew his gaze and then raised his hand to pick up the irregular fragment on the table.
But the other party was quicker, reclaiming the fragment back.
Indeed.
