There was no response from within.
After repeatedly confirming the delivery address and making sure he hadn't knocked on the wrong door, Gu Mian knocked on the mortuary cabinet in front of him again. "Mr. Cao, your delivery has arrived."
Xiao Hong, who was below steadying the ladder, looked up with a puzzled expression, not understanding why Gu Mian was talking to a massive metal drawer.
The person inside still didn't open the door.
Could he have frozen to death?
Left with no other choice, Gu Mian reached out to pull open the mortuary cabinet, considerately reminding the person inside, "Mr. Cao, I'm going to open the door to deliver your package."
With that, Gu Mian pulled the mortuary cabinet in front of him open a crack.
He bent down, intending to glimpse what the client inside looked like, but before he could get a good look, a pale arm stretched out and yanked the cotton quilt from Gu Mian's shoulder into the opening.
