Chapter 730: Chapter 430: No Wearing of Short Skirts and Shorts
"Hey, uncle, are you worried about me?"
"How can I not worry."
Ivy Miller pouted, as if he had a point: "Then why didn’t you call me? Didn’t you know I’ve been waiting for your call?
Uncle, as a man, how can you always wait for your wife to be the one to call?
What if I had an accident and died on the way back."
"Don’t talk nonsense," Henry Sullivan’s voice turned a bit cold. This girl dared to say anything; was there nothing she feared to mention?
"What nonsense? I was just saying if, don’t dodge the topic.
Why didn’t you call me?"
Henry Sullivan had not put down his phone since this morning, waiting for her to call him and let him know she was safe.
Last night, his phone was by his ear, and he waited until quite late to fall asleep.
He didn’t think such a proactive girl would actually wait for his call.
If he had known, "I was also waiting for your call. Next time, I’ll be the one who calls first."
Ivy Miller smiled mischievously, "Uncle, that’s more like it. Last night when I wasn’t around, did you sleep well?"
"Pretty well."
Ivy Miller’s face darkened, did he not know how to soothe a girl? "I didn’t sleep well, even though I was holding someone else, my mind kept wandering back to you."
"Holding someone else?" Henry Sullivan’s mind exploded, his voice turned icy.
"Yeah, it was Qing Qing, my best friend."
Henry Sullivan thought chatting with such a woman, if he couldn’t keep up with her train of thought, she would drive him crazy sooner or later.
"You didn’t go home?"
"I didn’t go home. Going home means listening to my parents nagging. I’m staying at my studio."
Listening to the constant number calling on the other side, Henry Sullivan asked, "You’re at the bank?"
"Yeah, oh right, why is your bank card in my wallet? I remember I gave it back to you."
"The night you left, I saw you asleep and just slipped it back in.
My salary is deposited in the Security Card, and I’ve set up automatic transfers to that bank card.
You can use it freely; there’s no limit to that card, spend as you wish.
Also, you shouldn’t do that business of yours anymore."
Ivy Miller pouted again, here we go: "Uncle, I’ve told you, you can’t discriminate against my job."
Henry Sullivan laughed: "I didn’t mean to discriminate. If others ask what you do, how do you answer?"
"I sell stuff online."
"What do you sell?"
"Sports goods." Ivy Miller felt righteous, it’s not like she was lying.
Besides, online she didn’t only have one store, she had another for covering her tracks.
If her dad found out she was selling that, wouldn’t he burn all her treasures in one go?
"How can you be so full of nonsense."
Ivy Miller pursed her lips: "Forget it, uncle, there’s a generation gap between us. Some things just can’t be explained, my number’s about to be called, I’m hanging up."
After hanging up, Ivy Miller pouted, it’s not possible to explain things clearly to this old relic, if it weren’t for visiting him and accidentally revealing where she couldn’t deliver, he would have never found out the nature of her work.
The phone rang again shortly after hanging up. Seeing it was Henry Sullivan, Ivy Miller frowned, was he still not done scolding?
She pursed her lips and answered, "Uncle, my turn’s coming up, I don’t have time..."
"Don’t just live carelessly because you’re back home.
No short skirts or shorts, don’t overdo the makeup, stay away from bars and discos, got it?"