Why is there still something about Marsala?

Cai Gen had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Is that child a relative of Marsala?"

Shi Huozhu was completely defeated by Cai Gen. He was a little angry and could no longer care about Cai Gen's feelings.

"Boss Cai, that child is not a relative of anyone.

He is your employee and a shared child care worker.

He is a caregiver at our Shared Children Iceland branch.

The video is not fabricated, and the old man in the video is not a zombie.

Those people who work hard are your customers for sharing children.

Yes, I paid all the money, and it was Baosheng's money.

Boss Cai, do you understand?"

Iceland branch?

Caregiver?

client?

Cai Gen's mind suddenly became confused. He suppressed his shock and burst into laughter.

"Azhu, don't be joking.

I haven't figured it out yet in China, when did the branch open in Iceland?

Don't talk nonsense just to hide your Eskimo heritage."

Shi Huozhu sat on the sofa dejectedly, feeling that it was useless to talk more and gave Cai Gen time to react.

Xiao Sun felt that Cai Gen should be reminded.

"Third uncle, do you still remember the eight-digit deposit you got back?"

"Remember, didn't you get burned by Marsala?"

"Third uncle, do you still remember who Marsala gave the money to?"

"Remember, wasn't it given to Maomao?"

Speaking of this, Cai Gen stopped laughing instantly.

The money was given to Maomao to be the overseas version of Shared Children.

So, is there an Iceland branch only overseas?

So, are there only customers in Iceland who are fighting each other?

So, is there an Inuit care worker on the other side of the world?

Isn’t it a bit ridiculous? Cai Gen really can’t accept it.

Because he was so excited, Cai Gen stood up abruptly.
Chapter completed!