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 thing, or she might have starved to death.
It seems not very respectful to call her clientele her gods .
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.
Seeing her somewhat desolate expression, he straightened his clothes and approached: "What are you thinking about?"
"Uncle, did you sleep well?"
"Not bad, it’s time to go to work."
"Then let me heat up your lunch in the microwave."
"No need, I won’t eat."
After he spoke, he was about to go out, but Ivy grabbed his wrist: "Wait a minute, Uncle."
"Anything else?" Henry Sullivan looked at her, she seemed troubled.
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Hearing her say this, Henry’s brow slightly lifted.
"It’s inconvenient to receive orders and ship here, I can’t always have you take me out to ship things."
Henry Sullivan crossed his arms and looked at her: "Didn’t you not have any orders these days either?"
"There are orders, but my good friend Qing Qing has the keys to my warehouse, so she’s helping me with the shipments.
You didn’t realize, but I’m also a small Taobao business owner, quite busy."
Henry Sullivan was silent for a moment and then lifted his wrist to check the time: "Let’s talk about this when I come back tonight."
He said this and then opened the door to leave.
Ivy Miller pursed her lips, talk when he comes back?
Shouldn’t he be happily seeing her off?
In the afternoon, she packed up her luggage.
In the evening, when Henry Sullivan returned and saw her suitcases already packed, he was a bit surprised. This young girl sure acted quickly.
"So you’ve decided to leave?"
Ivy Miller looked at him: "Didn’t I tell you at noon already?"
"I said I would decide when I got back in the evening."
Ivy Miller laughed and sat at the edge of the bed: "Could it be that you’ll miss me?
If you’ll miss me, you can tell me.
Then I’ll consider staying here for a few more days."
Henry Sullivan thought for a moment: "Saturday, then. I’ll take you then."
Ivy Miller glared at him, as if saying it’s that hard to say you’ll miss me.
"No need, just hire a tricycle for me to leave.
Since I could come here by myself, I can leave too."
He looked at this young girl, how could she be so stubborn?
"Treat me to a meal tonight, who knows when we’ll meet again."
Henry Sullivan took out his phone and called the catering service to order a few dishes.
He walked sulkily to the sofa and sat down, Ivy Miller giggled: "Uncle, you’re not going to stop me?"
"I have to go to work every day, and you staying in this house alone every day would indeed be boring.
If you want to leave, then go, if there’s anything, just call me."
Ivy Miller firmly shook her head: "Even if something happens, I won’t call you, a distant water can’t put out a nearby fire, calling you wouldn’t help anyway."