"Is there something you need?" As soon as the call connected, Si Ye's deep voice came through.
Chen Zhi mustered her courage and asked softly, "Do the words you said still count?"
"What…" Si Ye immediately realized what she was referring to. He put down the document in his hand, leaned back in his leather chair, and his lips curled upwards in a confident, assured smile.
"Are you talking about the transaction? Of course, it counts. So, have you decided to make a deal with me?"
"Yes." Chen Zhi's voice was barely audible, but Si Ye still heard her. "As long as you can find a suitable heart for my mother's transplant, I will be your woman."
"What's the time limit?"
"Whatever you want, my word is my bond. Last time, it was you who suggested stopping the deal. I never said so."
Indeed, even though she resisted him and was dissatisfied with him, she never mentioned stopping the deal.
