Someone knocked at the door. He turned off his computer and said lightly, "Come in."
Zhang Xiang walked in. "Third Master, Xu Xiaoya has quit her job and left."
He wasn't surprised and just fiddled with the pen in his hand.
"The two of them are planning to open a second-tier branded bag store in the city center. I've been there to check. The location is excellent. Renovations are underway, and they've hired a professional trainer. There should be no major issues in terms of management."
He merely replied indifferently, "Understood."
That night, he heard a notification. Opening the message, he saw a screenshot: "Hey, I've bought cashmere yarn for knitting gloves, HAHA! But I haven't started learning yet or even had time to."
He was shocked to find his contact name was "Foot Picker."
He was shocked. "Miss, who is the Foot Picker?"
The other party sent an eye-rolling emoji. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Who exactly is it?"
"Isn't it you?! HAHA!"
"Who told you that I'm a Foot Picker?"
