"What brings you here at this hour? Is there something the matter?" Xiqiu led Tong Xiyan to the small sitting room, where they both sat down on chairs.
Tong Xiyan looked grim, her eyes full of anger. She downed a cup of tea in one gulp and set it on the table: "This really infuriates me." With that, she picked up the teapot and poured herself another cup, gulping it down.
Xiqiu watched her, growing more puzzled: "What on earth has happened that has gotten you so worked up?"
"It's all because of the third sister," Tong Xiyan furrowed her brows, her face full of rage: "Even business competition should have rules, but she undercut the price so low, obviously trying to make things difficult for me."
Xiqiu finally understood a bit; Tong Xiyan was probably talking about the issue with Tongxuan Hall's orders that had caused quite a stir some days ago. She frowned and asked: "In other words, did Tianhong Embroidery Studio end up taking the deal?"
