"Are you seriously discussing terms with me?"
The eyes that stared at Song Qingchun were dispassionate and calm. Even his tone was eerily flat. His perfect face showed no expression. Su Zhinian was as unreadable as white-painted wall; however, this was much scarier than when he was obviously angry.
Song Qingchun's heart started to palpitate. She had difficulty staring him in his eyes; she averted her eyes subconsciously, and the words that came out of her mouth were not as crisp and confident as before. They felt weak and pale, like how she was feeling. "If you say yes, I can do all those things…"
"Answer my question, are you seriously discussing terms with me?"
Su Zhinian's tone was as flat as before, but it presented a great amount of pressure, so much so that Song Qingchun felt like she was being suffocated.
