In Monica Warehouse, Wendy Cassia was trying her best to choose the cloth under the condition of illness.
It was getting late outside. Wendy picked up all kinds of cloth and counted them again. Then she called the people in the warehouse and said, "Please help me send these clothes to the factory of the Wellington Group building tomorrow. Thank you."
"Okay, I'll arrange it later. Director Wendy, are you okay?"
Wendy's face was not pale but a little pink, and her whole body was very hot. She waved her hand, thanked the people in the warehouse, and walked towards the door.
The sky was shining with a bright red glow, which made her face a little warm. Wendy Cassia pursed her lips and looked around. It was empty around her.
All the people in the warehouse lived in the buildings behind, and they didn't have basic traffic tools, so she could not rely on them.
Didn't Nancy say that she would send a driver here? It had been a long time. Was there anything wrong?