His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 825: What White God gave you, what a lucky young lady

Chapter 825: Chapter 825: What White God gave you, what a lucky young lady

Chapter 825

When she was flung back, it fell spot on where she had picked it up earlier.

She squatted down, picked up the stone, and noticed a small chunk of the green brick had been chipped off.

She suddenly looked up, her gaze landing on the lone and desolate figure of the man.

Curiosity compelled her to follow him.

Both of them were silent as they walked. The only noise, the rattling of the cart wheels.

In no time, Chloe Collins found herself far behind the man, unable to catch up regardless of how she quickened her pace.

By the time she reached the doorway, the man was nowhere to be seen.

She parked the trolley aside, stood under the door, staring at the city’s blossoming night scene, but couldn’t find the man’s figure.

"Hey, hey, hey." an old voice chided impatiently.

Chloe turned her head to see an old man patting the table, signaling her to take notice.

"A gift from White, you lucky young lady." The old man let out a cold hum, then turned back to his show. Soon, he was laughing, exposing his yellow teeth.

Chloe walked to the table and saw the items.

Bandages, wound ointments - things used for treating injuries.

Could such a cold and indifferent person really help a stranger like her?

With the bandage in her hand, she turned her gaze to the pitch-black night, her heart filled with puzzlement.

She knocked on the table, getting the old man’s attention.

Chloe asked: Who did you say he is?

The old man glanced at her irritably: "If you don’t even know him, no wonder you’re punished to clean up here. You deserve it!"

With those words, the old man pressed the remote, closing the main gate, and after tidying up his things, he left.

Chloe stared at the notebook PC in his hand, lost in thought.

Upon returning to her dormitory, she found a heap of food placed in front of her door.

Classes hadn’t ended yet, they should all be studying in the library.

She bent down to see a message from Heijii.

[Clean your plate.]

Among the pile of food, there were snacks and mains.

The mains sat in a thermal box, still warm.

She curved her lips into a smile and picked up the things before heading inside.

The next day.

At the same time in the evening, she once again arrived at the Desolate Valley.

The doctor had prescribed some cold medicine for her. After taking it, her nose got more stuffed, and her throat didn’t get any better.

The old man at the doorway was still watching his shows, only today he was eating small cupcakes instead of tea eggs.

He was eating them one by one, with cream all around his mouth.

Gazing at the computer screen, he instructed without looking at her: "Continue to clean from where you left off yesterday."

Chloe passed him a red envelope.

The old man looked up, his gaze sharp.

Chloe: It’s Mid-Autumn Festival today.

The old man chuckled: "Considerate of you!"

Saying this, he tore open the envelope to see what was inside.

"What, only a hundred? Are you trying to brush off a beggar?"

He began to scold her without reserve.

Chloe only gave the red envelope to build a better relationship and to borrow the computer.

However, she had already expected the old lady’s temper.

Even though he was scolding, he still pocketed the hundred yuan.

Then he took a bit of his cupcake, frowned, and said: "WQNM, too sweet!"

Chloe: What a beautiful language...

"Hey, miss, can you make chili sauce?"

Chloe: The supermarket sells it.

Old lady: "What the hell is sold in supermarkets! It tastes horrible!"

An old voice. A young soul.

Every word the old lady spoke made Chloe feel like she was dealing with a young punk.

Chloe: I’m going to clean now.

"Stay where you are!"