Liu Qingying took a deep breath. She knew impatience would lead to nowhere, so she calmed herself and got to her feet. “Alright. Think about it carefully, but make it as quick as possible. The clock’s ticking.”0

“Songstress, walk her out.” War Tiger glanced at Songstress. She nodded and accompanied Liu Qingying out of the meeting room.0

Zhong He rose to his feet and walked them to the door impassively. Then bam! He slammed the door shut.0

Songstress took Liu Qingying to the pantry. “Fret not, Sister Liu. We’ll have some tea and wait for Uncle Tiger to finish their meeting.”0

Liu Qingying scoffed. “Who would’ve expected the usually bold War Tiger to be so hesitant in such a...0