"So, I'm a fair person. I pay for the amount of work done."
He Zhiwei broke off a banana from the fruit basket and urged, "Hurry up and get to work."
This command was curt, forceful, and oozed authority.
Lai Zhiyun obediently picked up the phone, feeling if she dallied for a few more seconds, her sister would whip her into action.
She was a real skinflint.
He Zhiwei's phone didn't have a passcode; it was her dedicated device for scrolling through short videos.
When the screen turned on, the page was on the comment section of "Grandma Pumpkin's Retirement Daily," where a hater was spouting nonsense.
[South Bridge's Top Hottie: An old geezer trying to make videos like everyone else—what a joke. It's the same thing every day, boring as hell. If you were to die tomorrow, I'd be interested in watching if you livestreamed your last moments.]
Since this video channel didn't have a high popularity, for the time being, only He Zhiwei was going after this hater.
