"Victor! I finally found you! My name is Hammer, and I'm your 'hourly worker'."
Not only Helen, but even Zhou Qingfeng was stunned.
Hammer? Hourly worker? Dementia? Zhou Qingfeng stood at the staircase, unable to fathom how this old man appeared here.
Helen turned around, angrily questioning Zhou Qingfeng, "Victor, who is this old man? When did you call for an hourly worker? What is he here for?"
Zhou Qingfeng quickly walked up to Hammer, trying to explain, "Mr. Hammer, I canceled the order last night. You didn't have to come, so why are you still...?"
The old man paused with the coffee in hand, furrowed his brows in thought for a moment, then let out a long "Oh...".
"Right, right, I remember now. You did cancel the order." He shrugged, "But I forgot about it.
The agency later called me, urging me to come over quickly, and gave me your new address. So, I still came.
