Mr. Jing took the check, looking at it again and again, smiling almost crazily, then fearing he might lose it, he tucked the check into his chest, bowed repeatedly to Baili Mu to express his gratitude, and then opened the door and left.
Mr. Jing's departure felt like a stream of filth leaving the room, and the polluted air was gradually replaced by fresh air rushing in from outside the window.
Jing Sitian stood in place, clenching her fists tightly, her red lips pressed into a straight line.
She was angry, angry at why heaven had given her such a father, and also angry at Baili Mu for giving Mr. Jing money despite her objections.
She felt that the stance she had been holding onto was easily destroyed by Baili Mu, the strength she had been wrestling with the Jing family vanished into nothing, almost like a joke.
