"It's that serious?" Stephanie could not believe it. "I can just say that my grandpa is sick. Isn't that enough?"
"But who bought underwear, shoes, socks, and a bed for patients?" the assistant retorted.
Stephanie was at a loss for words.
"It's all my fault. I was in such a hurry, so I just went out with a mask, and then being recognized by others. Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened..." "I'm sorry," the assistant said anxiously.
"How can I blame you? It is all because I took an extra bowl in my photo shoot today." "It's fine. At most, I'll admit it. I'll break up in a few days. It's not a big deal," Stephanie comforted her.
"Don't. Let's wait for the company to decide." The assistant advised her a bit more before hanging up.
Stephanie held her phone and was worried for a moment. But on her second thought, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, a festival once a year, there was no way she could let it affect her holiday mood.
