Song Xiaodong's mind raced; he had been thinking about how to deal with this paranoid and powerful old lady. Now, fighting her was definitely out of the question, and escaping was hopeless.
"Fine, I agree!" Song Xiaodong finally uttered those words.
"Heh heh, I knew you would agree," Sun One chuckled proudly.
Song Xiaodong said, "But I have a condition. You have to give me a month. I need to make arrangements for them."
Sun Yiyi glared and said, "No! If you're breaking up, just break up. What arrangements?"
"But I have my sister too, a sick person at home, and injuries of my own that need healing, right?"
"What's this minor injury on your arm anyway? I'll help you, it'll heal in a few days. As for your sister, I'll send someone to bring her here later. As for the patient, whether they live or die, what does that have to do with me?"
