Song Qingchun pinched the ball of her palm as if the pain would help her breathe out her decision. She nodded with a quiet confirmation. After a while, worried that he might not understand what she meant, she added succinctly, "I have."
This was Su Zhinian's term and he had the upper hand in the negotiation, but for some reasons, when he learnt of her answer, his usually cold eyes suddenly went blank and was a little dumbstruck; he remained in that state for quite some time.
Song Qingchun was made incredibly anxious by his long silence. Afraid that he would renege on his words, she could not help but say, "I agree to all of those terms you have brought up, now can you please give me the signed document?"
Su Zhinian did not speak. He pressed a button on his keyboard and a printer on the side started to print.
Song Qingchun asked apprehensively, "The terms are all yours, you are not going to renege on your words, right?"
