Jin Wu's voice was cheerful. "Not yet, Boss. But don't worry, I'll work hard to run the business. Soon our company will get more—"
Click.
Suho hung up before the word "orders" could poison his ears. He tossed the phone aside, muttering. "Rebellious bastard. One day I'll fire him just for breathing too hard."
A knock rattled the door. Suho dragged himself over and opened it.
Nahee stood there, tiny hands clutching a bag that looked almost as big as her. She beamed. "Brother, Mama told me to give you this."
Inside was a thermos of steaming soup and a small stack of fresh buns.
Suho crouched, ruffling her hair. "Thanks, Nahee. You saved my life today."
She giggled. "Hehe, okay! I'm going back!" Then she bounded down the stairs like a rabbit.
