Qinghe frowned, feeling deeply uncomfortable with the fluctuation of her mood. She could be ruthless to herself, so how could she allow a trivial matter, merely a few words, to anger her so greatly?
She entered the room and deliberately turned on the air conditioning. The weather had already cooled down, negating the need for it, yet Qinghe switched it on anyway, letting the cold air chill the room.
Qinghe felt no coldness as she held the remote and continued to lower the temperature, the coolness around her seemed to dissipate the heat within her heart, bringing some clarity back to her mind.
After a while, Qinghe's eyes regained their past clarity, and she smiled faintly, without a ripple of emotion.
After speaking with Zhao Wen, she knew there was no need to worry about things here. With Zhao Wen keeping an eye on matters, she would be the owner of that piece of land in half a month.
