Forget it? An Lan and Huo Zhanting exchanged glances, neither uttering a word, and the villa fell into a deathly stillness. Director Shi rubbed his hands nervously, not daring to speak. A bead of cold sweat slid down his temple and splashed heavily onto the floor with a loud 'plop'.
A minute later, Lin Weilian, who had been keeping his head down and dared not speak, mustered courage from who knows where.
"In business, everything should be based on mutual willingness. Now that we're unwilling, you can't force us to buy or sell! Furthermore... furthermore, this contract was something you made me sign while I was drunk."
Lin Weilian's sudden outburst turned all eyes on him. He swallowed nervously and, with great effort, met everyone's gaze. Director Shi, pretending to be earnest, gave Lin Weilian a pat.
