Her persistent voice came from behind me again. I resisted the urge to argue with her and left with the security guard.

In the rearview mirror of the electric car, the old lady was still complaining to her neighbor with spit flying and her face was full of pride.

When I returned to the rental house in the evening, Zara was already at home.

Seeing that I looked bad, she came over to give me a massage.

"What's wrong? Who made my love Leon unhappy?"

I turned my head and looked at her smiling eyes. I angrily told her what happened at noon, but Zara smiled nonchalantly.

"Oh, I said that delivering food is not good. Besides, now everyone is delivering food and the quality of the deliverymen is not high... and they like to race on the street... Why are you arguing with the old lady? If it doesn't work, change your job in a few days. It's hard and embarrassing to deliver food..."

"Okay, stop talking," I interrupted Zara in a bad tone and she was stunned.

"I make money by delivering food and I don't feel ashamed. Also, now there is a seal on food delivery and the platform also has requirements. Is this job as bad as you say?"

Because I was angry, I spoke a little fast.

Zara was stunned. She didn't seem to expect my reaction to be so strong. She was stunned for a moment and waved her hand quickly.

"No, no, I didn't mean that."

I looked at her, feeling pissed off, "What do you mean? I was scolded by someone, but you didn't speak up for me. Instead, you advised me to change jobs?"

"Oh, you shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of person." She said impatiently.

"She is old, so she may be difficult to deal with. You should be more understanding of the elderly. Also, don't take your work out on me. I didn't hire you!"

Looking at her confident way, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

I met Zara on the street two months ago. She took the initiative to talk to me at the dining place. Since I was about to start researching the takeaway market, I told her that my job was a takeaway driver.

She was not like this at that time.

"I think delivering takeaways is good. I have free time and good income, but it's just a bit hard."

I suddenly felt very ridiculous and didn't argue with her anymore. I went straight into the bathroom.

After dinner, Zara took the initiative to come to my study room.

Her tone softened a lot, saying that she was wrong and shouldn't have said that. She said she wanted to take me home to meet her mother, as a formal introduction.

Although I was angry, I thought that she had already talked to her mother, so I agreed.

But I didn't expect that when I stepped into her house, I was stunned by the scene in front of me.

Looking at the familiar community and the familiar unit, I stopped and looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Which floor is your home on?" I asked her.

"401, I remember telling you?"

Zara looked back at me and when she saw my face change, she seemed to think of something.

"The delivery you told me that day... wouldn't it be my house..."

Her face suddenly became gloomy, but soon returned to normal, pretending to be calm and came over to hold my hand.

"It's okay, my mother is easy to talk to, you will know when you see her!"

Following Zara anxiously, I was thinking about countermeasures quickly in my mind.

But at this moment, the door was already opened.

"Zara! You are finally back!"

Accompanied by an exaggerated greeting, the familiar voice sounded again.

Yes, I heard her voice when Zara talked to her mother on the phone before, no wonder I felt familiar.

The next second, Zara's mother walked out of the room and looked at me impatiently, but was stunned the moment she saw me.

"Where is your boyfriend? Come in..."

The face that was originally smiling like an old peony suddenly turned cold.

"Why is it you!"

After saying that, she turned around and walked in. Zara was embarrassed and forced me in.

Standing at the entrance, her eyes swept me from head to toe like an X-ray and the corners of her mouth almost turned down to her chin.

Zara pretended to be calm and introduced her with a smile, "Mom, this is Leon Brown."

"Leon, this is my mom." My throat was tight and I could hardly speak.

"Hello, auntie."

Her mother laughed out loud and the laughter was sharp and piercing.

"Oh - it turned out to be you." She seemed to have suddenly realized something and her voice was long and full of undisguised contempt.

She turned to Zara and her voice suddenly rose,

"Zara, what kind of person are you looking for? A stinky delivery man? Does our family need you to eat or wear? You want to find this kind of..."

She paused, "...this kind of shameless person who can't be on the stage?"

The air froze instantly. I felt all the blood in my body rush to my head and my face was burning.

Zara's face also changed, embarrassed and helpless, "Mom! What are you talking about?!"

Her mother sneered, "I tell you Leon, our Coldiac family can't accept a son-in-law like you! Hurry up and break up with my daughter, do you hear me?"

Seeing that the situation was a bit difficult to end, Zara quickly pushed and pulled me into the bedroom and then told me to wait for a while, she went to communicate with her mother.

Through the door, I heard countless harsh words coming out of her mouth, something like "lowly..." "dirty...", but slowly seemed to calm down.

After an unknown amount of time, Zara came in and called me to eat with a smile.

Before leaving, she also deliberately whispered to me, "My mother is a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart, don't worry about it! Be sensible tonight, don't be temperamental!"

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was still particularly awkward.

Zara tried her best to ease the atmosphere.

I lowered my head silently and didn't want to talk, nor did I want to see her mother's eyes that looked like she wanted to kill me.

Just when I thought I was finally going to get through it, an accident happened.

Zara's mother came out of the kitchen with hot soup and when she passed by me, the boiling hot soup poured all over me.

The back of my hand and thigh suddenly turned red.

I screamed in pain and subconsciously pushed her mother.

"Oh my God!" Her mother howled exaggeratedly and lay on the ground, but I clearly saw a hint of pride in her eyes.

She exclaimed, "What are you doing! Are you deliberately taking revenge on me?"

Zara's mother slapped her thigh and sat on the ground howling, "Zara! Look at the boyfriend you found, he is simply the King of Hell!"

I couldn't believe my ears, I suddenly looked up and stared at her. "What else are you saying--"Before I finished my words, a crisp sound rang on my face and my face suddenly felt hot and painful.

I turned back slowly in disbelief and looked at Zara who rushed towards her mother.

"Mom, are you okay?" She looked nervous and quickly checked her mother without even looking at me.

The burning sensation on my body came again and I gasped in pain.

"Quick, call an ambulance for me..."

Zara got angry when she heard it, her face full of anger, she turned around and glared at me fiercely.

"It's not me... it's your mother..." I tried to explain.

"Stop talking!" She growled at me.

"You mean my mother fell down on purpose and poured the soup on you? I just saw you push my mother!"

I wanted to refute, but I couldn't open my mouth because of the severe pain on my body, revealing a painful look,

"Don't pretend! The soup has been made for so long, it has been cold long ago! Why pretend to be weak!"

Zara's mother was still lying on the ground and she was madly attacking me.

Zara looked at me with a cold look in her eyes, "Leon, hurry up and apologize to my mother!"

The pain in my body was secondary, looking at this woman who kept saying he loved me, but now she became so strange, I couldn't catch my breath and fainted directly.

When I woke up again, I was already lying in the hospital.

"You said this family is really something. This patient has severe burns and no one is looking after him, but the old lady is alive and kicking and now she is still undergoing a full body check... I am really impressed..."

"Shh, stop talking, he is awake..."

I opened my eyes and two nurses rushed over to check my wounds.

"Please help me contact this person..."

I spoke weakly and asked the nurse to help contact my assistant Jane, asking her to come and help me as soon as possible.

Seeing that I would have to lie in bed for a while, I finally relaxed after I talked to her on the phone and settled everything.

I was tied up like a mummy and I could hardly move. The burning sensation from all over my body almost tortured me crazy.

But what I didn't expect was that Zara never came again from that day. Not even a simple greeting. My heart became colder day by day.

Fortunately, Jane took care of me during this period and I recovered quite well.

Finally I was discharged from the hospital. I ignored Jane's objection and continued to research the takeaway situation.

But to my surprise, the strange thing was that I always received a lot of complaints for no apparent reason, especially from people in the neighborhood where Zara's mother lived. Some even reported me for stealing.

Zara seemed to have disappeared and never came to my rental house again. I guessed that it was her mother who was making trouble again, so I simply ignored her.

That afternoon, the sun was a little dazzling.

I rode my electric car, humming a song and rushed to deliver a portion of spicy hot pot.

As a result, I passed by that familiar and disgusting neighborhood again. I was still wondering in my heart whether Zara's mother would come up with any new tricks to report me this time.

As soon as the thought flashed through my mind, a figure suddenly jumped out from the green belt on the side of the road without any warning! It was that old lady!

My pupils shrank suddenly and I subconsciously hit the handlebars hard, while squeezing the brakes tightly, but the figure rushed towards me and pushed me hard. Inertia caused me and the car to fall out together. My elbows and knees were aching, as if they had been rubbed hard by sandpaper.

The incubator also flew out and the takeaway inside was scattered all over the floor.

It was over, this order was completely ruined.

I struggled to get up, my head was still a little dazed.

Then, I heard that familiar, sharp and mean voice, "Ouch! The takeaway driver hit someone! Killed someone!"