The babies picked up their toys and toddled off to the living room to play.
Zhao Lizhen sat down and let out a tired sigh.
"Mom, drink some water," Zhang Yuxi said, pouring her a glass.
Zhao Lizhen took a few sips to moisten her throat before continuing. "Today, an art company wanted to sign a long-term partnership with us. I talked myself hoarse, but we still couldn't agree on a price. They just wanted to freeload, not willing to pay a single cent! Hah, I don't know where they get the nerve, wasting my entire precious day!"
Zhao Lizhen took out her phone and dialed Zhang Fuyong.
The call connected, and Zhang Fuyong's words were slurred from the moment he spoke. "Hon... Honey?"
"Where are you?" Zhao Lizhen asked coldly.
She strained her ears, recognized a few familiar voices on the other end, and her expression immediately darkened.
"When will you be back?"
"We're just playing a little longer. I'll be home in an hour," Zhang Fuyong said with a laugh.
