11:30 AM.
On He Jing's queen-sized bed with pink sheets in Zhongbai Apartment.
The blush on He Jing's delicate face lingered for a long time,
just like a lotus flower, ravaged by wild wind and rain, yet still tender and beautiful, bright and moving.
A few days ago, He Jing was still the picture of a pure and innocent young woman.
Now, she had a faint glow of a charming young lady.
After regaining some strength, He Jing propped herself up semi-upright with her hands on the bedboard and leaned towards Jiang Tao's head, sweetly saying:
"Brother Tao, my father called earlier saying that he has subcontracted the Dragon City Garden factory construction project following your advice."
"He mentioned that he's likely to earn about 600,000 from that project and plans to give you 500,000 once the funds are in."
The project He Jing referred to was the one earlier intelligence suggested had "bad feng shui" and would face numerous issues during construction.
