After lunch, Ivy Miller went into the room to get her phone.
He was sleeping deeply, so he didn't hear her when she pushed the door open.
After leaving the bedroom, she lay on the sofa and scrolled through orders.
Men these days are really something, how come they all like to play with this kind of stuff?
But fortunately, these ancestors like this thing, or she might have starved to death.
It seems not very respectful to call her clientele her gods like this.
In just over two hours, she completed two deals.
During her time here, except for one day when there was no business, she's had good earnings almost every day.
She never fakes orders or buys good reviews, she just accumulates high scores bit by bit.
She sent a text to Qing Qing, asking her to help with the shipping.
Then she walked to the bedside and watched the rain at the door; when Henry Sullivan came out, she was leaning against the door looking at the rain.
