Chiang Qing walked out of the building and shivered in the cold wind, she stood in front of the building, looked back, and let out a breath.
"Damn it, Cheng Su, can't she tell that my comment just now was cursing her? What, people are getting cheaper, huh."
Hands akimbo, Chiang Qing was fuming inside, and her disdain for Cheng Su deepened; Cheng Su's talents in cursing someone indirectly were top-notch, leaving no room for rebuttal.
"Damn it, damn it, ah!"
Chiang Qing grabbed her hair in frustration and angrily headed home, and that Qi Taiguo was equally deserving of damnation—how ruthless he was!
And the ruthless man she was talking about was sitting upright with a bowl of water balanced on his head, more tense than if he were about to go into battle.
"You'd better not let it fall off, or you can forget about dinner," Cheng Su said with narrowed eyes and arms crossed, "Not a single drop of water should spill."
