Gong Qingwan stomped out of the branch office in her high heels, her eyes glaring as if they could shoot flames. Her boundless anger was impossible to conceal, and anyone who saw her could tell she was furious.
Chu Xiran sat in the car, utterly bored, staring blankly out the window. Suddenly, she saw Gong Qingwan approaching. That look on her aunt's face was something Chu Xiran was all too familiar with.
In an instant, a chill ran through Chu Xiran's heart, leaving her uneasy.
Every time something happened with Gong Qingwan, it was always Chu Xiran who ended up unlucky, becoming Gong Qingwan's punching bag. She had grown accustomed to this pattern, but over time, this unwarranted torment left her constantly on edge.
Gong Qingwan yanked open the car door and barged in without a word. She began to fan herself with one hand as if feeling very hot and said, "What's wrong with this air conditioning? Why is it still so hot?"
