Chiang Qing returned to her hotel suite and threw the designer bag in her hand heavily onto the floor. Her originally delicate face twisted with anger, ruining its inherent charm.
She was absolutely furious.
How could he ask her to be the intermediary? Shen Qizheng, is he stupid? It's as if he's asking her to recognize a thief as her father, what's the difference?
And Ning Ge, the person she wanted to tear to pieces, all because of his cruelty, she later suffered hellish torment.
Chiang Qing opened a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, didn't even bother with a glass, took a few big swigs directly from the bottle, and slapped it heavily on the bar counter. The wine stained her lips a dark red, and through the glass of the liquor cabinet, it appeared extraordinarily eerie.
"Are you that angry?" The person in the mirror sneered as they spoke.
Angry? Why wouldn't she be?
