She clutched the business card in her hand tightly, without the slightest hesitation, "President Qin, I accept your offer."
Qin Yao knew that Song Zhaozhao was sure to agree, a person in desperation would grasp at any straw, no matter how fraught with peril the path ahead might be.
Qin Yao's face held a smile, his eyes ever more fox-like.
His porcelain-white fingers gently stroked the ends of his eyebrows, as if it was an inherent action, natural and smooth with a hint of deeper meaning.
"So quick to agree? Don't want to think it over?" Qin Yao chuckled light-heartedly, looking at Song Zhaozhao, "You should know, I'm very calculating, and if you're not careful, you might end up devoured to the bone by me."
The voice was breathy, faint, and husky.
Song Zhaozhao's smile deepened, sufficiently forthright, "I have nothing left to lose, President Qin. If you can offer me a lifeline, even if it's covered with thorns, I will clutch at it without hesitation."
