"I'm really sorry, but this is just how I like to treat you," Su Qinglan said with contempt as he glanced at her, "Yang Ruomiao, don't bargain with me here. You only have two choices now—leave, or do as I say. I'll count to three, and if you haven't started by then, you can just get out! One, two..."
"Stop, stop counting. I, I agree, okay?" Tears welled up in Yang Ruomiao's eyes as she spoke with a trembling voice, "Su Qinglan, isn't it enough that I agree with you?"
