I'm Not Trash

Symbiotic Mutualism

Bill, who had just returned from the office, put his briefcase down and lay down on the bed. After all this time with Zigga Company, this was the first time Bill felt his body and mind were exhausted. He needed a break. Not only his body, but his mind also needed to be rested.

The ringing of Bill's cell phone stopped him from closing his eyes. He immediately grabbed the object and checked it. Apparently it was Ryan who was currently contacting Bill.

A sigh came from Bill's mouth. Being very tired like this, how could the grandfather contact him. Bill would have been too lazy to answer the phone call if he didn't remember that he still needed help from the Rainer family. Bill finally swiped the receipt on his phone screen.

"Hello, Grandpa. How are you?" Bill greeted pleasantly.

"If you really want to know how I'm doing, then you should have contacted me earlier since yesterday," Ryan said on the other side.

Bill couldn't help but let out a somewhat stifled sigh. It was his fault for n