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Wu Yurong felt dizzy and lightheaded from the sun and had no choice but to ask the program team for help.

Director Wang also sighed.

If we don't give them helmets soon, these two won't be able to finish a single delivery today, and we won't be able to film the show.

Then the staff handed over two helmets without saying a word.

Wu Yurong took the helmet and put it on, and Yang Fan put it on as well. The two of them got back on the electric bike and set off with a sputtering sound.

The production crew couldn't stand it anymore; if they didn't give these two helmets soon, they'd be walking until dark.

[Director Wang: I'm letting you experience life, not sending you on long marches.]

The helmet and the bike have been provided, but twenty minutes have already been wasted. Will this order still be delivered?

Wu Yurong glanced at the delivery time on her phone, her expression turning sour.

Twenty minutes have passed, and the navigation shows there are still more than four kilometers to go.

She twisted the throttle, and the electric car picked up speed a bit, but that was about it.

At my cycling speed, it would take at least twenty minutes to get there! This is definitely overtime; this order is probably a waste of time.

[Yang Fan sat behind her, his belly pressing against Wu Yurong's waist; the scene was too beautiful for me to bear.]

[Delivery driver: We only earn a few dollars per order, and we get penalized for being late. These two are losing money today.]

The electric scooter turned into a narrow alley, and after several twists and turns, it finally arrived at the entrance of the residential area.

Wu Yurong stopped the car, looked up, and her expression changed from exhaustion to despair.

The old residential buildings have peeling paint, exposing the red bricks underneath, and electrical wires hang outside the buildings like spider webs.

The worst part is that there's no elevator on the seventh floor.

"It's seven stories high! And there's no elevator!"

Yang Fan got out of the back seat, looked up at the building, and felt a sense of despair.

Wu Yurong turned to look at Yang Fan, a gentle smile curving her lips, and said sweetly, "Go and take this takeout upstairs."

[Wu Yurong's smile is completely different from when she called Yang Fan a piece of trash. Her acting is on point!]

Yang Fan was probably thinking to himself: "You're so resourceful! You make things easy for yourself, but I still have to climb the stairs."

[That's why she knows how to play the victim!]

Yang Fan was indeed cursing in his heart.

Seven floors, no elevator, climbing up and down, wouldn't he be exhausted to death with his physique?

But he couldn't say it. He and Wu Yurong are now a "loving couple," and he needs to be gentle, considerate, and understanding.

He can't say "Why don't you go?" in front of the camera, he can't roll his eyes, and he can't swear.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Okay, you can rest here."

[Wow, these two are suddenly getting along so well, I feel like something's not right!]

[Something's not right here! This shows my brother is gentle and considerate! You haters, stop attacking my brother!]

[Gentle and considerate? Didn't you see what he was cursing in his mind just now? His eyes betrayed him.]

[For love, seven floors are nothing! I'd climb twenty!]

Yang Fan took the takeout out of his delivery bag, glanced at the apartment number, took a deep breath, and walked into the building.

The hallway was dark and narrow, half of the motion-activated lights were broken, and clapping didn't turn them on.

He felt his way up the wall, one floor, two floors, three floors... By the time he reached the fifth floor, his legs had started to tremble.

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, the takeout bag dangling from his hand.

Wu Yurong sat on the electric scooter, took off her helmet, used her phone as a mirror to check her appearance, and touched up her lipstick.

Yang Fan is climbing the stairs, Wu Yurong is touching up her makeup; a loving couple, one responsible for being affectionate, the other for being the couple.

Yang Fan: My leg is broken. Wu Yurong: My lipstick can't be smudged.

This is the truth about the entertainment industry: loving couples on stage, but backstage, one is climbing stairs while the other is touching up their makeup—each doing their own thing.

Yang Fan finally climbed to the seventh floor, knocked on the door, and a young man opened it.

The young man took the takeout, glanced at Yang Fan's sweaty face, and said something with dissatisfaction.

"You're overtime!"

Yang Fan muttered.

"That's because of traffic congestion."

The customer said, "Other delivery drivers also get stuck in traffic, but they still manage to get their orders delivered. You were stuck in traffic for over twenty minutes?"

Yang Fan frowned and tapped the screen a few times: "It's mainly on the seventh floor. There's no elevator, so it took some time to climb up."

The customer replied instantly: "Other delivery drivers can climb eight floors, why can't you? Is seven floors really that high?"

Yang Fan stared at the screen, his smile completely vanishing.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you understand? Climbing seven floors in this sweltering heat is really tiring. I'm human too."

The customer said coldly.

"If it really is for the reasons you just mentioned, whether it's traffic or climbing stairs, I can still forgive you, but I know you're lying."

Yang Fan was stunned.

"How do you know I'm lying? No, I'm not lying!"

"I was watching the live stream," the customer said. "You got pulled over and fined by the traffic police today for not wearing a helmet, and then you tried to buy a helmet using facial recognition, but the shop owner didn't recognize you and kicked you out. The whole thing was live-streamed, and the whole country saw it!"

Yang Fan was dumbfounded.

"You know everything! And you still tricked me?"

The customer's reply was cold: "You tricked me first, didn't you? You're lying! Traffic jam? You barely rode your electric bike a few steps before being stopped. What traffic jam?"

Yang Fan's temper flared: "So what if I lied? Everyone has lied before! It's no big deal!"

The customer said, "You're late and you're blaming me? I'm complaining! I'm definitely complaining about this order! The platform should ban your account!"

Yang Fan is definitely an incompetent delivery driver! It was his fault to begin with, yet he still made excuses! What a piece of trash!

[Negative review! Absolutely a negative review! The platform must be fined! Over twenty minutes late, lying, and verbally abusing customers—this kind of person shouldn't be delivering food.]

[The customers saw all his antics on the live stream, right? No helmet, failed facial recognition, got kicked out, over 20 minutes late, and then lied and said there was traffic. Anyone would be angry in that situation!]

[Where are Yang Fan's fans? Come out and defend him! Your idol was late, lied, and even yelled at customers. How can you defend that?]

[His self-righteous tone suggested he genuinely believed he was right! Does this guy have a distorted set of values?]

Yang Fan stuffed his phone back into his pocket and stormed off.

He went downstairs.

I saw Wu Yurong leaning against the electric scooter, applying lipstick while humming a song.

Seeing him come down, she put away her lipstick, smiled at him, and said, "Finished delivering? Let's go, next order."

Yang Fan said with dissatisfaction.

"The customer is going to complain about me!"

"What?!" Wu Yurong was stunned.

"Are you kidding me?! We went through all that trouble to get to this godforsaken place, and even climbed seven flights of stairs to deliver food! And he's going to complain?!"

Yang Fan shrugged.

"Well, there's nothing I can do. Do you have any ideas on how to prevent him from complaining about me?"