In June in Shanghai, the air conditioners in the office buildings locked the heat outside the glass curtain walls. Only the air in the conference room was more scorching than the high temperature outside the window.
Qiu Kasha's fingertips slid quickly on the touch panel of her laptop. The numbers dancing on the screen were like a string of red-hot irons, making her eyes tighten. "Everyone," she raised her eyes, her voice was so steady that no waves could be heard, only the hands held under the table, her knuckles turned white from exertion.
