Qi Lin stared blankly at the Empress Dowager. She gave a strange smile and took off a hairpin to throw into the pond.,When waiting at the traffic light, Qi Lin opened the window; the rain had eased significantly. The damp air permeated her nostrils. She sniffed the air, wondering if Bai Qianye was doing well and whether that last voice was his.,Qi Lin walked in just as a young and beautiful woman was organizing the contract with a look of satisfaction on her face; it seemed that this time, Qi Lin might not be able to secure the deal.。