As soon as Zhao Guang got his hands on the phone, he saw a heap of missed calls on the screen.
"Damn, I forgot about this," Zhao Guang slapped his forehead and hurriedly called back.
"Little bro, big bro, my lord, what on earth is going on with you? You've been ignoring my calls." As soon as the call connected, before Zhao Guang could say anything, Liu Mo's voice came through, lacking his usual composure.
"Ah, haha, I got sidetracked by some stuff yesterday."
Liu Mo's mood relaxed a bit, "Since it's all good, does that mean you can deliver them now?"
What Liu Mo really meant was whether Zhao Guang could settle the final payment and deal with the matter of those armors. After all, he had already prepared himself for a loss regarding the iron dishes, and now Zhao Guang was simply taking over.
But then there was the matter of those rough armors that had come up in later discussions; those were a lost cause.
