Qin Zhao finished speaking and gazed into the distance.
"This place has a strange terrain. Why is the foul air so intense?"
She walked through the sparse woods and entered a little further into the wasteland, where not a blade of grass grew!
The afternoon sun was fierce, and the yellow soil on the ground was cracked all over. Yet Qin Zhao still felt bursts of yin energy seeping out of the cracks.
She didn't know what was underneath, but the seeping aura made her somewhat apprehensive.
"It's best not to build anything here. It's better to leave it empty."
"Then I won't invest, and I'll remind your dad as well."
Qin Zhao gave him a lingering look, "I think even if you remind him, he won't listen."
"I'll talk to him first. I can't just watch him go bankrupt, can I?"
"You tell him then."
Qin Zhao actually wouldn't mind if Qin Siyu went bankrupt, but there was no harm in Qin Yu reminding him.
