Possibly even the thought of strangling them crossed their minds!
Bai Chuwei leisurely discovered that a rather cute-looking shrike seemed to have set its sights on Tong Qingyan in the garden downstairs again.
Last time's bird droppings probably gave Tong Qingyan a psychological shadow about birds, right?
Tong Yunrou sat on the ground, dazed, and it was only after a long while that she struggled to her feet, staring at Bai Chuwei's graceful figure leaning by the windowsill, her voice trembling, "So... so you won't order Qi Mo to stop?"
"I gave you a month's chance," Bai Chuwei said with a light laugh, "Or do you think I'm short of those four hundred million?"
How could she possibly be short of money?!
Forty years ago, she could casually give ten thousand yuan as seed money to a stranger – would such a person be lacking money?
Tong Yunrou felt as if her entire worldview was being overturned.
A month's opportunity... wasted by them.
