Zhao Jingnan admitted, he didn't have the audacity to fire Song Qinghuan, after all, she was someone sent directly by the big boss.
Wang Yiling held back her anger, she took several deep breaths and grinded her teeth, saying: "Fine, we will talk tomorrow, you know how important prompt householder Tan is to us. Our deal is off, it's done, you just figure it out!"
With that, she hung up the phone with a bang.
Song Qinghuan returned to the villa, utterly drained.
She didn't turn on the light, her body succumbing to exhaustion as she collapsed on the couch.
She really wanted to just fall asleep there, after all, the villa had the heater on, and sleeping here wouldn't make her cold. But her chest felt suffocating, extremely uncomfortable.
After lying there for a while, Qinghuan got up, opened the glass doors to the balcony, and leaned lazily against the European-style iron railing, looking straight ahead.
