◎The Oblivious Wholesale Man (Part 1)◎
The next morning, Le Qing woke up abruptly before her alarm even went off.
Ever since arriving in this world, her sleep quality had improved significantly—she usually slept right until the alarm rang. But today was the first time she woke up so early, barely past six.
After lying in bed for a few more minutes and realizing she couldn’t fall back asleep, Le Qing got up, planning to tidy the house a bit before the children woke.
Suddenly, she heard faint rustling sounds from outside.
"Be quiet, or you’ll wake Auntie."
"Okay!"
Ah, the classic childish logic that as long as they couldn’t see each other’s mouths, they were whispering.
Curious about what the two little rascals were up to, Le Qing pulled the covers back over herself and pretended to sleep. Sure enough, within half a minute, she heard the children tiptoeing into the room.
"Put it here."
"But you can’t see it here."
"What about here? I put my new clothes on the bed too."
"Yeah, this is the right spot."
Their tiny hands were still clumsy, and they didn’t seem to notice when they accidentally brushed against her. Le Qing’s face was repeatedly grazed by soft fabric.
"What about the candy?"
"Here!"
So they were here to deliver candy. How sweet of them to wake up so early for this.
Le Qing cracked her eyes open and peeked downward, spotting the two little ones enthusiastically stuffing something at the foot of the bed. She cleared her throat. "What are you two doing?"
Startled, the children scrambled off the bed in a flurry, their heads ducking below the edge like little bamboo shoots, their messy bedheads swaying.
Now Le Qing could finally see what they had been so busy with.
At the foot of the bed lay a familiar item—the glittery diamond-patterned down jacket they had gifted her, the one she had carefully stored in a box.
Piled on top of the jacket were assorted candies from yesterday’s shopping trip, some still scattered around where they hadn’t managed to tuck them in properly.
After a moment of hesitation, the two little bamboo shoots cautiously reappeared, resting their hands on the edge of the bed and blinking up at her with wide eyes. "Good morning, Auntie~"
"Good morning," Le Qing replied, pointing at the jacket. "What’s this about?"
The room had been quite bare when she first moved in, and she had only bought a few storage bins for her clothes. The jacket the kids had given her had been carefully packed away in the master bedroom’s walk-in closet to keep it clean.
Little Le’an whispered, "Auntie’s new clothes."
"New clothes for New Year’s," Little Le Jia added, nudging the jacket forward. "Auntie should wear them too."
"..."
Weren’t kids supposed to have the memory of goldfish? How did they still remember this after one night?
"This is a gift from you," Le Qing argued righteously. "I don’t want to ruin it. Besides, I already have new clothes coming later."
Given how insistent Brother Jiang had been yesterday, if she had outright refused, he might have sent everything over anyway. So in the end, she had reluctantly picked one outfit from the options he provided. It should arrive this morning.
"Auntie’s lying," Little Le’an pouted. "Auntie didn’t want it yesterday."
She had seen it in her aunt’s eyes.
Now that she understood the excitement of New Year’s, Little Le’an was thrilled about the holiday and wanted her aunt to feel the same joy.
But she didn’t understand why her aunt always refused things—no snacks, no toys, not even new clothes.
Her lips trembled. "If Auntie doesn’t celebrate, then I won’t either."
"Then I won’t either," Little Le Jia chimed in, fanning the flames.
Le Qing couldn’t stand seeing children cry. She quickly sat up and pulled the two little bamboo shoots onto the bed. "I really do have new clothes."
A few seconds later, she surrendered. "Alright, no crying. I’ll wear it."
It was just a small wish from the kids. Wearing it at home wouldn’t hurt, and if it made them happy, why not?
Their tears vanished as quickly as they had appeared, replaced by eager anticipation as they watched her.
Wearing a jacket indoors was a bit warm, but Le Qing couldn’t resist their enthusiasm. "Go wash up first, and I’ll put it on right away, okay?"
Little Le’an stretched out her hand. "Pinky promise!"
"Okay, pinky promise."
After finally ushering the kids out, Le Qing stared at the bedazzled jacket for a long moment, steeling herself before reluctantly slipping it on and heading to their room.
"Wow!" Little Le’an, mid-toothbrush, hopped off her stool, eyes sparkling. "Auntie’s a princess!"
Le Qing had been avoiding looking at her reflection, but the kids’ reaction made her glance at the mirror.
A few seconds later, she burst out laughing, her initial resistance fading.
Sure, the jacket was still ridiculous, but the more she looked at it, the more it grew on her—uniquely charming in its absurdity.
Little Le Jia, seeing her aunt smile, declared proudly, "See? Auntie likes it~"
"Yeah, I’ve always liked it," Le Qing said, turning back. "Where are your new clothes?"
"On the bed!" Little Le’an finished brushing her teeth in record time, wiped her face haphazardly, and dashed over to scramble onto the bed. "I’ll put it on myself!"
"Alright, show me how much you’ve improved."
Now that she had donned the jacket she had once despised, nothing else seemed like a big deal. "I’ll go make porridge. Come out when you’re dressed."
"I’ve improved!" Little Le’an boasted. With neither her aunt nor Aunt Wang around to help, she was determined to prove she could do it—after all, she had even folded clothes by herself yesterday. "Auntie can go!"
She promptly buried her head inside the garment, blindly searching for the neckline. After much wriggling, she finally popped her head through and triumphantly shoved her arms into the sleeves.
Turning to see her brother still struggling, she volunteered, "I’ll help you!"
"Thanks, sis."
With her assistance, Little Le Jia managed to pull the clothes over his head and slip on his vest. He wiggled his neck and gasped in delight. "I grew taller!"
"Huh?"
"My neck feels tight, and the clothes are tight too," he explained, jumping off the bed excitedly. "Aunt Wang said that means I grew!"
Little Le’an, though not entirely sure what was happening, followed his lead. "Brother, I think I grew taller too!"
Growing taller meant marking their height on the wall!
"Bend down a little—I can’t reach the line."
"Okay."
"Why did you get shorter again?"
"Brother, I’m bending down, so I look shorter."
"Then what do we do?"
Le Qing stepped out of the kitchen just in time to hear the two debating how to draw a high line without crouching.
She set their prepared milk bottles on the table and chuckled. "How could you have grown so much in just a few days?"
Little Le Jia insisted, "We must have! The clothes are tighter!"
Tighter? That didn’t make sense—Le Qing had confirmed their sizes with Brother Jiang before ordering.
She studied them closely before finally noticing the issue. Walking over, she unzipped the boy’s jacket.
"..."
She spoke with mixed emotions, "Who taught you to wear the sleeves of your vests as collars?"
Her brother blinked innocently, "Huh?"
Le Qing then glanced at her little sister’s neck—it looked uncomfortably tight too. "Has Little Le’an outgrown her clothes as well?"
"Mhm!" Little Le’an stood on tiptoe, gesturing excitedly. "Grow taller!"
Le Qing couldn’t help but laugh. She took off the children’s jackets, only to realize their clothes were a complete mess—vests worn inside out, little shirts buttoned haphazardly, nothing matching.
She had no choice but to redress them properly.
"Oh no!" Little Le’an, relieved her neck felt better, suddenly gasped and clutched her head in horror. "I shrunk again!"
The sky was falling—again!
For children, the sky fell with alarming frequency.
Le Qing led the two little ones to the wall, measuring their heights one by one.
Seeing their devastated expressions, she suppressed a smile and discreetly tugged the stubborn cowlicks on their heads upward. "Look, you’ve grown taller."
"Eh?"
She drew a tiny line with a pen at the tip of their raised hair. "See? A little taller now."
"Wow, it’s true!"
The kids paced back and forth, eyeing the height marks. "What about you, Auntie?"
Le Qing touched her high bun. "Auntie grew taller too."
The children dashed to the living room table, grabbed handfuls of candy, and stuffed them into her pockets. "Then eat lots of candy, Auntie!"
"Alright." Her pockets bulged, but she paid no mind, heading to the bathroom for a comb to fix her little sister’s hair.
The girl stood obediently between Le Qing’s legs, hugging a toy pig bought from the supermarket yesterday. "Auntie, what do we do for New Year’s?"
"Whatever you want," Le Qing said. "After I finish cleaning and put up the couplets, I’ll make New Year’s Eve dinner for you."
Brother Jiang had promised to deliver the missing supplies, so there was no need to brave the crowded supermarket again.
"Then I’ll help Auntie!" Little Le’an turned abruptly—only for her newly tied pigtail to smack Le Qing in the face.
Le Qing poked the rebellious pigtail, then had an idea. She folded the already short hair into two tiny buns, barely the size of peas.
Not bad at all.
They looked like little New Year’s paintings now.
The kids insisted on helping clean, so Le Qing handed them fresh cloths and a basin of warm water. "Wipe whatever you can reach. No climbing, no stools."
"Okay!"
They didn’t touch the high spots. By the time Le Qing finished the kitchen, the two had been running barefoot across the floor, leaving watery trails everywhere.
Too small to wring the cloths properly, they found splashing in the puddles far more entertaining.
Auntie said we could play however we wanted!
Le Qing’s eyelid twitched. "What are you doing?"
"Cleaning the floor!" Both adored their new clothes, wearing their jackets indoors without noticing the damp patches from sitting on the wet floor.
"Look!" Little Le Jia pressed his face against the floor. "It’s like a mirror!"
That meant it was clean, right?
Le Qing laughed. "This is how you cleaned?"
"Yep!" Sitting cross-legged, Little Le Jia dunked his cloth, gave it a half-hearted twist, then pushed it forward with both hands.
His movements were oddly coordinated—clad like a little bear, his bottom wiggled forward each time his hands slid ahead.
Most of the water he failed to wring out got absorbed by his pants instead.
"……"
Le Qing hauled both kids up by their collars, inspecting their backsides. Their pants were soaked through.
Two hours in, and their new outfits were ruined.
"Change your pants." She confiscated their cloths. "And put on socks."
Tiny toes wriggled midair. "Not clean, Auntie?"
"The floor is clean." She carried them to the mirror. "But it looks like the floor cleaned you instead."
Staring at their soggy clothes, the kids curled their toes, wide-eyed.
Oh no.
They’d messed up again.
Banished to the couch in dry clothes, the kids were reassigned to supervise the robotic vacuum.
"Why?" Little Le Jia, wounded by the demotion, pouted. "My butt’s bigger than its butt!"
"Yeah!" Little Le’an crossed her arms. "It’s shorter than me!"
Their resentment grew as they trailed the machine, nitpicking its every move.
By the time Le Qing returned with the couplets, the kids were in a full-blown argument with the robot.
"Clean here!"
"Why won’t you listen?!"
"Auntie won’t like you if you’re disobedient!"
The robot’s silent indifference only deepened their outrage.
Le Qing chuckled. "Why fight with a machine?"
"Auntie likes it more than us."
"Not true." She knelt before them. "It’s not as cute as you."
"But we can’t help."
"You can now." She handed them double-sided tape and the couplets. "Stick this on the back. Can you do that?"
Simple enough. Finally useful, they squatted by the door, hands busy but mouths chattering.
"Auntie, do we put these up every year?"
Le Qing trimmed the excess tape, nodding. "Mm. Next year, we’ll replace them with new ones."
"But there weren’t any before." Little Le Jia pointed at the bare doorframe. "Did we… not celebrate New Year’s?"
Her hands stilled.
Memories from age two were hazy—they likely only recalled the unhappiness.
"We’re celebrating this year," Le Qing said softly.
The interrogation continued. "This year? What about next year?"
Sometimes, children’s persistence rivaled internet trolls.
Next year… perhaps they’d be back in their real home, celebrating with their father.
"Everyone celebrates when the day comes," she deflected.
Just differently.
"Auntie’s lying again," Little Le’an sighed, as if exasperated by her hopelessness.
"You need new clothes for New Year’s. Auntie doesn’t have any. How can you celebrate?"
Le Qing smiled. "How do you know I didn’t have new clothes before?"
Realizing her slip, Little Le’an ducked her head, fiddling with the tape. "Next time… I’ll buy them for you."
Le Qing paused, her smile fading.
This time, she didn’t answer.
If the rescue was timely enough, would the child's father allow occasional visits in the future?
After pasting the couplets, there was still the character "Fu" (fortune) to be hung on the door. The two little ones had already diligently stuck double-sided tape on the back of the "Fu" character and were now carefully holding the stool steady for their aunt.
They were putting in their best effort with utmost seriousness.
Le Qing stepped down from the stool and noticed the children's hopeful eyes, eager for praise. She picked up the "Fu" character and handed it to them. "How about you two paste this one?"
As expected, the little ones' eyes lit up instantly. "Really? Can we?"
Their aunt had warned them not to climb onto high stools—they weren’t as tall as her yet.
"Of course," Le Qing said, moving the stool aside. "Wherever you paste it, as long as it’s your work, it’ll be perfect."
Though there were many New Year traditions, in a way, this was Le Qing’s first real celebration of the holiday. To her, the so-called rules didn’t hold much weight.
She pointed to the lower part of the door. "Paste it here. Every time you come home, you’ll see and touch it, and it’ll bring you good fortune."
The children didn’t understand the customs, but hearing their aunt’s words, they grew excited. Mimicking her, they carefully pressed the "Fu" character onto the door with their tiny hands, smoothing it out bit by bit to ensure it wouldn’t fall. Once satisfied, they cheered, bursting with pride. "It’s done!"
"Amazing!" Le Qing crouched down to clean up the scraps on the floor.
The two little ones stood on either side of her but soon noticed the bare door across the hallway. Curious, they asked, "Auntie, why isn’t that family putting anything up?"
Le Qing glanced up casually. The building had two units per floor with a single elevator, and she had never once run into the neighbors since arriving here.
But she wasn’t the type to fuss over neighborly relations. What others did was none of her business. "Maybe they have their own way of celebrating," she replied.
Just then, the elevator dinged.
All three instinctively turned to look.
From her crouched position, Le Qing’s first sight was a pair of long, straight legs.
The legs paused inside the elevator for a few seconds before stepping out.
Le Qing’s gaze traveled upward—past the black overcoat, past the low-collared shirt.
Wasn’t he cold dressed so lightly?
"It’s the grumpy uncle!"
Le Qing recognized him—it was indeed Mr. Xie, dressed as usual.
"Mr. Xie?" She stood up. "What brings you here?"
"Going home."
"Home…?" Le Qing recalled him mentioning he lived nearby and suddenly pointed at the opposite door. "You live here?"
"Mm."
"What a coincidence." She was genuinely surprised. "I’ve never seen you before."
Of course she hadn’t—this was Jiang Suizhi’s first time returning to this so-called "home."
The previous owner had left the apartment vacant for a long time. He had paid extra to secure it and hadn’t even seen the interior yet.
He had only come by today after dropping off some things for Le Qing, thinking he’d take a quick look. He hadn’t expected to run into the little family squatting in the hallway.
Thankfully, he was wearing a mask. Thankfully, he hadn’t come up with the workers earlier.
Jiang Suizhi was about to say something when Le Qing’s outfit caught his eye. "You…"
"Me?"
For a moment, he struggled to find the right words to describe her current attire.
The two children beside her looked like living New Year paintings, and she, standing between them, resembled an oversized version. If someone shone a light on her at night, he didn’t even want to imagine how blinding she’d be.
She could easily moonlight as a club’s lighting technician.
No wonder she had refused his offer to send clothes yesterday. Had his taste been that off?
But then again, who could’ve guessed she preferred this style?
A thought flashed through his mind: No wonder she and Jiang Yan were family.
"Never mind." Out of politeness, he refrained from commenting on her fashion choices. "Carry on."
He walked toward his door.
Little Le Jia, ever the curious one, piped up, "Uncle, aren’t you putting one up?"
"Hm?"
The two children proudly showed off the "Fu" character they had pasted at knee height. Jiang Suizhi raised a brow. "You two did this?"
"Me and my sister did it!"
Though the uncle could be a bit stern at times, he had once been a hero—and Little Le Jia adored heroes, especially ones who fought as fiercely as this uncle.
The socially fearless child offered, "Uncle, if you need help, we can do yours too!"
His words were accompanied by enthusiastic pointing at the "Fu" character now sitting at Jiang Suizhi’s shin level.
But Jiang Suizhi hadn’t even opened the door to this apartment yet. The place had only been cleaned by housekeepers a few days prior—it was completely empty, let alone stocked with New Year decorations.
His fingers hovered over the keypad.
Le Qing hadn’t expected the kids to be so forward. Their amateur paste-job was fine for their own door, but who’d want their decorations stuck so low?
"We haven’t even finished ours yet," she interjected, trying to smooth things over. "Mr. Xie, we should probably—"
Before she could finish, he cut in. "Sure."
Le Qing blinked. "Huh?"
"I’d appreciate the help," Jiang Suizhi said, withdrawing his hand from the keypad. "But my couplets are still in the car. I’ll go get them now."
What he meant was: He’d go buy some now.
Thrilled at being taken seriously, the children jumped up and down. "Uncle, we’ll wait for you!"
As he pressed the elevator button, Le Qing hurried over and lowered her voice. "Sorry, Mr. Xie. Maybe I should help instead. The kids are still small—it’s not safe for them to climb high."
Since the children had made the offer, she didn’t want to disappoint them, but she also couldn’t let them take risks. She’d have to step in.
Jiang Suizhi’s hand trembled slightly at his side. He turned his head just enough to see her face clearly.
Worried the kids might overhear and feel discouraged, Le Qing had leaned in closer. The warmth of her breath brushed against his exposed skin, sending a faint electric current through him—a tingling numbness from head to toe, an involuntary pull toward her.
It was a sickness he’d suppressed for years.
This craving was why he kept everyone at arm’s length. He despised this twisted desire, feared losing control, and usually relied on medication to keep it in check.
Luckily, he’d taken his pills earlier—he was due at the Jiang family’s New Year’s Eve dinner tonight, and the estate would be packed. He always medicated before facing crowds.
That was the only reason he hadn’t completely lost his composure when Le Qing drew near.
"It’s fine," he said, slipping his trembling hand into his pocket. "Let them paste it however they like. As long as they’re happy."
The elevator arrived, and he stepped in without another word.
As the doors closed, Le Qing frowned.
Was Mr. Xie’s family really this casual about New Year traditions? Wouldn’t his relatives mind?
Turning back, she found the two little ones had already relocated all their supplies to the neighbor’s doorstep, sitting there with eager anticipation.
With a sigh, Le Qing went back to fetch their small stools so they could at least wait comfortably.
As she passed by the small mirror in the living room while carrying the stool, her footsteps suddenly paused, and she turned her head to look again.
Only after clearly seeing what she was wearing did it suddenly dawn on her why Mr. Xie had been giving her that hesitant look earlier.
Well.
Now her world had collapsed.
Going back to change at this point would only make it seem like she was trying too hard to cover up. With a heart as dead as ashes, Le Qing turned around and grabbed another small stool.
Whatever. Mr. Xie had already seen her being collectively "worshipped" by the little ones—what else was there left to hide?
Social embarrassment only happened once, and then it became a habit.
You just got used to it after dying inside enough times.
That’s what she thought as she huddled on the tiny stool with the two little ones.
Meanwhile, Jiang Suizhi had to stand by the flower bed downstairs for a full three minutes in the cold wind before his body finally calmed down. After searching the area, he found a small convenience store. Though it didn’t have the variety of a supermarket, it was perfectly fine for buying an emergency pair of Spring Festival couplets.
The shop owner had never seen someone buying couplets on New Year’s Eve itself: "What kind of couplets would you like?"
Before Jiang Yan came into his life, Jiang Suizhi had always spent New Year’s alone, never bothering with any sense of ceremony. To him, those traditions felt like distant memories.
After returning to the Jiang family, these things were handled by others. He had no intention of celebrating the New Year with them, so he had no particular preference for the couplets: "Anything is fine."
"You can’t just say ‘anything’ for the New Year!" The owner showed him the options and couldn’t help adding, "Being this careless will get you scolded by your family. You must not be married yet."
Jiang Suizhi didn’t respond, casually picking up the top pair to pay.
"Take this one instead." The owner shoved another pair into his hands. "‘Family happiness’—did you just get off work before coming to buy these? Making money is important, but it’s endless. While you’re still young, settle down. Then you won’t be saying ‘anything is fine’ anymore."
Jiang Suizhi didn’t take the idea of settling down to heart.
He felt he already had a family—it was just that the composition was different from most.
Besides, he didn’t have much emotional need to spare for relationships.
Skipping all the complicated steps and having kids directly was just fine.
But "family happiness" did sound nice.
He took the pair the owner handed him and pulled out his phone to pay. Just then, the owner asked, "Which building do you live in?"
Jiang Suizhi didn’t answer.
"Don’t misunderstand! I just thought you looked unfamiliar." The owner pulled out his phone and showed a QR code. "Haven’t joined the residents’ group chat? Everyone in the neighborhood is in there. We help each other out and chat about daily life."
Jiang Suizhi had no interest in other people’s gossip.
Except for one family.
So he scanned the code with his personal account. When the words "member information" popped up, he paused.
This neighborhood group had a rather unconventional name.
Without dwelling on it, he put his phone away: "Thanks."
As the man left, the convenience store owner checked the group chat. Amid the flood of red envelopes, the new member went unnoticed. Scrolling through the messages, he clicked on the profile of the man who had just left.
AAAAA Wholesale Brother Jiang.
The owner: "……?"
A man who looked so tall, well-built, and undeniably handsome even with a mask on—how did he have such a middle-aged vibe?
Had he misjudged him?
No wonder he was still single!
Well, the notes needed updating.
Middle-aged, unmarried, homeowner, works in wholesale.
Appearance: Pending.
Personality: Oblivious to romance.
Pros: Top-tier physique.
After typing this out, he compiled a list of all the single men and women in the neighborhood, ready to repost it in the group.
But the moment he opened the chat, his expression froze.
Wait—
With all the red envelope groups active today, he’d been too busy grabbing them and hadn’t noticed he’d accidentally sent the man the QR code for the matchmaking group!
How could he have messed up this badly?!
Panicking, the owner scrolled frantically through the sea of red envelopes and thank-you messages, trying to find the man, add him as a friend, kick him from this group, and then invite him to the actual residents’ chat.
But while scrolling, he accidentally exited. When he reopened it, he saw the unmistakable wholesale avatar sending a single question mark.
Jiang Suizhi had only opened his phone on his way home because he couldn’t stand the constant notifications from the group.
He’d meant to mute it, but the moment he opened it, he saw someone’s personal information posted—the word "wholesale" made him twitch, but he didn’t immediately connect it to himself being labeled a middle-aged man.
What interested him more was the list of member details below.
Maybe Le Qing and the two kids were in there. He wanted to see how they were recorded.
But the moment he opened the spreadsheet, his fingers stiffened.
Since the neighborhood wasn’t large, the list of single residents was short.
A few "high-quality" men and women were highlighted, so his eyes immediately locked onto the bolded, red-marked name—Le Qing.
What the hell was this?
Standing in the elevator, Jiang Suizhi read the list over and over, finally confirming that this was some kind of matchmaking roster, though the details were sparse.
And not only was Le Qing on it—she was highlighted. Clearly, these people had high expectations for her.
What kind of nonsense was this?
Were they planning to set her up with someone?
He closed the spreadsheet and sent a single question mark in the group.
Almost instantly, he got a private message from the convenience store owner.
Owner: "Sorry, sorry! I got the groups mixed up earlier. Just leave this one!"
Jiang Suizhi: "Did you get permission before compiling this information?"
Owner: "It’s all based on what neighbors say and our own observations, really! No ill intent. It’s just that young people these days don’t want to marry, and there are so many singles. We’re just worried for them, so we came up with this—like a neighborhood matchmaking corner. If anyone’s interested, we’d ask for their consent before arranging a meeting. No harm done! Look, the details aren’t even complete. We’d never share private info recklessly."
So there was a more detailed version somewhere?
Jiang Suizhi laughed coldly.
Owner: "You’re still single, right? If you’re interested, we could try setting you up? Age isn’t a big deal."
Jiang Suizhi typed expressionlessly: "I’m not interested."
Who was "older" here?!
The elevator dinged open. Jiang Suizhi stepped out, and the trio sitting on the stools looked up in unison.
Le Qing’s ears and cheeks were slightly flushed—maybe from the heat. "Mr. Xie, you’re back."
For some reason, Jiang Suizhi recalled the notes about Le Qing in the group. Under "personality," it said gentle—but also pending.
What was there to debate?
Add another note: Quite soft.
Since she was highlighted, the neighborhood was probably eager to play matchmaker for her.
Jiang Suizhi frowned, feeling it necessary to check the detailed information.
"Has anyone in the neighborhood come looking for you?" he asked.
"What?" Le Qing was puzzled. "Why would anyone look for me?"
Apparently not.
Jiang Suizhi shook his head. "Never mind."
"Uncle~" The two little ones rushed over. "We'll take it!"
Jiang Suizhi handed them the small plastic bag while his phone kept vibrating. He suddenly remembered he’d forgotten to leave the group chat.
While the three in front of him turned to organize their things, he pulled out his phone and opened the boss’s message thread, ignoring the string of texts: "You’re violating someone’s privacy. Disband the group."
The next second.
You have been removed from the group.
Jiang Suizhi: "..."
He couldn’t help but mutter a curse under his breath.
Hearing the noise, Le Qing turned back. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing."
Jiang Suizhi pocketed his phone, then suddenly remembered something. When he’d joined the group, the latest update he’d seen…
Clueless middle-aged wholesale guy?
Was that about him?!
Damn it.
He had to report this.
