Fingers that itched to rip

Inside the office, Madam Zheng was not in a good mood. She had just contacted the foreign investor to ask when she needed to arrange for her exhibition. Instead, he told her that there was no need to arrange one as he was cancelling the exhibition. Cancelled? 

She had been preparing for it for a long time and now the investor was saying that she did not need to continue with it. How could Zheng Baozhi not be upset?

When she saw that assistant Huo was calling her, she did not pick up her phone instead she picked up a vase that was sitting on the table and then threw it down on the floor. The pieces of the vase scattered all over the floor as she said to Yuan Heng, "Sister Yu, tell Little Huo that I am not in the mood to see the celestial master. Ask him to make that master wait, if my mood gets better then I will see the master if not send her back. I will meet with her tomorrow and just give her a few yuan to settle everything."