Yet, Lan Song's words were like a nail, pinning He Zhilan to the ground, making it impossible for her to leave.
God knows, for twelve years, how Zhilan longed to know about her parents: Where were they now? Were they healthy? Did they miss her crazily like she missed them?
"Lan Song, keep your word!" He Zhilan bit her lip and sat down again.
"Don't worry, I am a businessman after all, and if a businessman doesn't even have basic credibility, can I still call myself a businessman?" Seeing this, Lan Song laughed, his eyes lighting up as he shoved the glass into He Zhilan's hand, "Now, let's have a drink to thank you for giving me some face!"
The amber-colored drink was still fizzing in the glass. The chilled drink almost froze Zhilan's heart as soon as it entered her mouth. Drinking it too quickly, Zhilan almost choked on it. She started coughing non-stop, almost to the point of tears.
