As longtime clients, the transaction went very smoothly and didn't take long to complete. Now, both parties were holding onto incriminating evidence; getting caught red-handed would be bad. Even casual conversation should be saved for another time, so after the deal was done, everyone disappeared.
In the car, Nasha looked anxiously at Qinghe, "Qinghe, how did I do? Was there anything I did wrong that needs improvement?"
Qinghe teased her on purpose, putting on a serious, deep-in-thought expression and propping her chin with her finger, which made Nasha tense up.
She took a deep breath as if facing her demise, "Come on, Qinghe, hit me with it. I can take it. Doesn't your country have a saying, 'pressure leads to progress'? Point it out to me this time, and I'll know how to correct it for the next."
Qinghe sighed and shook her head, "There's no need to change anything."
