He felt that her performance, and things in general, had failed to go according to the course he had planned, so he was starting to get anxious.
A trace of amusement flashed through Su Qiao's phoenix eyes.
Heh, she had a feeling the days ahead were going to be quite interesting.
"It's just average."
"This is the old house my parents left behind. I renovated it after returning to the country."
Li Jingtai glanced indifferently around him, his eyes calm and unruffled.
"Why are there glass walls everywhere?"
Apart from the wall at the back, which connected to the kitchen, and the wall on the left, which connected to the other bedrooms, the entire hall's other two walls were made up of huge panes of glass.
That was rather strange.
What had made him design the house to be so semitransparent?
Or what kind of instinct had driven him to do this?
From a psychological perspective, someone like this must have gone through something, causing him to instinctively fear or dislike certain things.
Su Qiao felt that Li Jingtai was shrouded in a mysterious black veil.
A faint flicker passed through Li Jingtai's eyes, but he said naturally, "Oh, I spend most of the year at home writing. Sometimes it feels too stifling, but I don't want to waste time going out, so I installed glass walls instead."
"But don't worry. This glass is very sturdy. You can see out from inside, but people outside can't see in."
"You're quite creative."
Su Qiao didn't believe a word of his nonsense.
But she didn't say so.
"It's not really creativity. I just did whatever felt comfortable."
Li Jingtai smiled gently.
"Watch some television. I'll go upstairs and tidy up your room."
"Okay." Su Qiao studied the several highly abstract paintings on