Mist
Éditeur: Millman97
The girl slept peacefully while the phone rang endlessly, and she barely even frowned. In the end, it was Ye Shuang who got disturbed. On top of that, she was afraid of complaints from the other patients in the same room. With the other patients watching her with dissatisfaction, she grabbed the phone, walked to the door, and answered it.
"Have you gotten cancer from your laziness‽" Once she answered the call, the first thing that came out was the shouting of an angry man. "I've already told you to go and have that slowpoke illness of yours fixed! Where is the account for this season? The preorder list for this month? Also aren't you supposed to meet a client at 8:30 pm? Look at the time now! If you don't want to work anymore, just say it clearly!"
Ye Shuang listened to the man complain patiently, then she cleared her throat to say, "Sir, the owner of this number is currently at the hospital. If you are a relative or friend, please come to the hospital."