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"Miss, is there a message you'd like me to give to the master?"

"No need." Du Qian blurted out. Her voice sounded restrained, but anyone who saw her expression would know how much her face was contorting, "No need to tell my dad that I called back. He's already got his hands full taking care of his wife, let him rest."

After hanging up the phone, she turned her gaze towards the wall clock, and a sly smile crawled onto her face.

Before going to class the next day, an American man showed up at her door. Remembering that she'd previously asked him to do something for her, she quickly asked, "You're back? And the photos?"

The man pulled out a document bag, smiling, "All here. Are these what you requested?"

Du Qian eagerly opened the document bag, took out the photos, looked through them one by one, and said contentedly, "Perfect. Thank you."

"And the remaining down payment..."