"Boss, the appointment funds have reached eighty thousand Gold Coins recently, when will you handle it?"
Aileen promptly relayed the work when she saw Mr. Baiyi.
Mr. Baiyi approached, glanced at the appointment slip, and put it back: "I'll do it shortly."
"Alright." Aileen nodded, her eyes sparkling as she asked, "Boss, is it true we're living here for free?"
"Weren't all the rooms renovated?" Mr. Baiyi replied, seemingly suddenly recalling something: "How long before you're of age? It's almost been a year, yet you haven't grown taller?"
"I wish for that too, but I'm only ninety years old, twenty more years to go..." Aileen felt a bit disappointed, once again lamenting the long adolescence of elves, uncertain when her talent might awaken.
She was clearly a genius too...
Mr. Baiyi reached into the counter, grabbed a bottle of milk, and walked out: "Go out less recently. If you need anything, have the shops deliver it over; remember to contact Or if any issues arise."
