He turned and ran as soon as he finished speaking, and with a bang, a porcelain bowl flew out, smashing into pieces on the ground.
"Whew—whew—"
Mrs. Qingshui braced herself on the edge of the table, breathing heavily, her face flushing with anger, a few locks of hair falling over her forehead. As she gradually calmed down, a trace of sorrow appeared in her eyes, and she let out a deep sigh.
Then she got up to go back to her room to bathe, dress, and put on makeup.
After leaving the house, Qingshui Yi headed out to inspect the work. On the way, he received a call from his subordinate, "Big brother, there are a few families in North City that absolutely refuse to sign, and they've even threatened us with knives, saying they'll be rude to us if we come again."
