Insult

Eve tidied up the toy room; Yvonne, that little troublemaker, was even more mischievous than a boy.

Just as she finished, thinking about resting on Yvonne's small bed for a while, her phone rang.

"Hello, Auntie Lee, what's up?"

The caller was the house cleaner, who came once a week for a thorough cleaning.

Eve usually managed things that were not too dirty or messy, but with such a large villa, she couldn't handle it all herself.

Hence, the regular cleaning service.

"Miss Jones, there's actually nothing...," Auntie Lee hesitated.

"Just say it."

"The cleaning fee for last month, you haven't transferred it yet. Originally, I wasn't in a hurry, but something has come up at home, and I thought..."

Eve slapped her forehead; she really forgot.

Mainly because too much had happened recently, and she hadn't been staying at that house.

Glancing at the date, it was already the end of the month, so it was two months' worth of cleaning fees.