C441 She Had to Rely on the Fat Man!

Funnily enough, before Qiaoqiao could even start looking for someone, they reached out to her first.

The next day was Saturday. As Qiaoqiao walked downstairs, she received a call.

"Hello, is Mrs. Mao there?"

The caller was a middle-aged man, sounding tired and a bit unsteady, yawning right after his short question.

Qiaoqiao's eyes darted around, and she instinctively switched to a timid