After the goods were delivered, Huo Sining had some free time and hadn't yet decided what her next move would be when she received a call from an unknown number.
"Miss Huo, thanks to you, I got fired by my uncle. May I ask, when exactly is your antique shop opening? I'm almost starving here, you can't expect me to starve to death, can you?"
Huo Sining had barely picked up the phone when the person on the other end started complaining unceremoniously, with a palpable sense of displeasure in their tone.
It took Huo Sining a few seconds to recognize the voice: "You are... Qiao Zhenhuan?"
"Finally remembered? A week ago, you made an agreement with my uncle. I've already handed over my work as you wished and been kicked out by him. I'm homeless now. From your tone, it seems you've forgotten about our bet?"
Qiao Zhenhuan's tone was mournful, with a trace of sarcasm.
