The big truck was usually driven by Xiao Chenye. It was his old partner, and there were quite a few of his personal belongings inside.
At this moment, Wen Ran sat on a small stool. In front of her was a small folding table set up with a bamboo fan, a water bottle, and a wax paper package.
Everything showed his attention to detail.
Xiao Chenye cleared his throat, "I didn't record the numbers well yesterday, and the corn count was a bit off.
So today, I spoke to Uncle Bi to arrange for someone to help me."
Wen Ran smiled lightly and nodded, seemingly accepting this explanation.
Her peripheral vision caught Xiao Chenye's side profile, and she suddenly noticed a bruise on his brow bone hidden under his short hair.
When did he get hurt?
She hadn't noticed.
"Your forehead," Wen Ran raised her hand, gesturing, "seems like you bumped it."
Forehead?
Xiao Chenye, used to being rough, heard this and casually touched his face, "No, I didn't."
