Thud! A stack of printed papers came down hard on the office desk, only to be picked right back up again.
Su Qingmei used the manuscript pages like a fan, waving them vigorously, but the gusts of cool air failed to blow away the vexation and irritation swelling in her chest.
As she fanned herself, she gritted her teeth and snapped, "This is infuriating! Is the air conditioning in your room broken or what?"
Chapter 122