The two of them had been at an impasse for a while.
Xia Lu's heart resisted the idea of going back, but after all, she had signed the agreement herself. She blamed her youthful ignorance for carelessly signing a contract akin to a sale of her personal freedom without realizing it, "I don't believe it, show it to me."
Zhou Mingchen handed her the mobile phone.
Written clearly in black and white, she had perused each word herself and yet had not noticed this clause; perhaps she had noticed, but hadn't really paid it much mind. Oh well, it was her own oversight.
"In any case, I will pay you back," Xia Lu was still defiant, aware that raising such a large sum would require a stroke of incredible luck, such as winning the lottery jackpot ten times in a row—after taxes, it might still not be enough.
"Okay, pay me back now," Zhou Mingchen put away his phone, watching her intently.
