Huo Jingyuan noticed Wen Ci's hesitation. He put an arm around her shoulder and patted it gently. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "I'll explain things to Grandma."
Wen Ci sighed.
'Leaving before even spending a full day on my first visit with his family is so rude.' "It's fine," she said. "I'll just make some calls to the mall owners."
'I might as well ask them how many pounds of clothes they want. If a few of the mall owners want a large quantity, I'll contact Xu Jinghe right away.'
Her call with Wen Yaozu had ended.
Wen Ci called the operator to ask which numbers had called the house, writing each one down in her notebook.
She took the initiative to call them back, starting with Beijing's largest shopping center, Guomao Mall. "Hello? Yes, I'm the one selling the clothes at nine yuan a pound. My brother was the one who answered your call earlier."
"Boss Wen."
"That's me."
