Qiao Xi stood in front of the French windows. She turned slightly to look at the man behind her. A ray of light happened to shine in from the window and shone on her. Every strand of her hair seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold. Her eyelashes were long, leaving a shadow on her eyelids. Her fair skin was suffused with a dazzling light under the sunlight, and her lips were as delicate as cherries. She slowly said, "Ah Zheng, do you agree?"
In the silence, Gu Zheng suddenly smiled. His gaze was gentle like water. "I agree."
He agreed? The shadow guards standing at the door were quite shocked, but they also heaved a sigh of relief for An Long.
An Long originally thought that there was no way to salvage the situation, but he did not expect Young Madam to get him to stay with just one sentence. He did not expect the person who would plead for him to be the rich madam he had looked down on from the beginning.
