Slapping Qin Lan

"How's it going?"

Seeing Qiu Shengli return, his wife walked over and asked anxiously, "Is it done?"

Qiu Shengli's face was livid. "Don't mention it. They're just a bunch of trash."

"Then what should we do? If we can't ruin their business, won't our fruit shop close down? Hubby, quickly think of a way!"

The woman panicked and quickly shook his arm, making Qiu Shengli feel frustrated. He pushed the woman away and said angrily, "Think of a way, think of a way. Do you think I have nothing else to do? You only know how to fool around every day. At the critical moment, you can't help at all!"

After venting his anger on his wife, he turned around and went upstairs, leaving the woman sitting on the ground in disbelief.

Upstairs, he looked around to make sure no one was around. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. After three beeps, the call was answered. A man's voice came from the other end. "Hello?"