Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 196

“You owe me the payment for the last three months of my time, I’ll send you the invoice. Thank you for your
business. Never contact me again.”
“Shaohei-”
I didn’t look at Yuelin as I walked to the door, because I knew that the sight of his face- earnest, open, pleading-
would break me. The front door swung shut behind me with a soft ‘snick’, signifying the end of another client.
Just another client.