Could It Be a Text from His Girlfriend?

[Sun: You guys here?]

The chat group flashed, and someone came out immediately.

[Daji Plays With You: If Boss asked, I have to be there~ Boss, why are you free to come online today?]

[Guan Yan: I'm here.]

The light from the computer shone slowly on her face. Qiao Nian had finished her shower and taken some medicine. She felt much better now. She rested her elbows on the desk and looked at the group messages, realizing that Slim Waist Control was not online today.

She didn't care. Her slender fingers flew across the keyboard as she sent a message.

[Sun: Did the Ye family look for us for a job recently?]

Guan Yan was usually the least chatty and most serious. This time, she replied the fastest.

[Guan Yan: Ye family? There seems to be a job with the surname Ye, but we didn't take it. He wants to investigate a batch of goods in the illegal district.]