Illness

Heart Questioning House.

"Sorry… our boss is really not around! There's no more stock left for Opening Point Incense…"

Both Ding Qiuyu and Zhao Lihong smiled while accompanying their last customer away. As they looked at the "deposit" he insisted on leaving behind, they could only give an awkward smile.

"Dear… I think there are at least 10,000 dollars in this stack of cash!"

Ding Qiuyu counted the cash and was at a slight loss of words, "Little Boss is such a capable person, can't believe the Opening Point Incense he casually made would sell so well! I guess you can't even earn as much by selling antiques?"

"I know right!"

Zhao Lihong was a youthful university student too, with a mischievous smile on her face, she said, "If you can get a guy like Little Boss, you would have no worries for the rest of your life… Sister Ding, you have to work hard!"

"Rude lass, it's not like you don't know my situation…"