Finally, Xia Shuangming smoothly continued with an artfully ambiguous statement: "Xiao Mo, haven't I been good enough to you?"
"Good... good. In one month, I will find a way to pay back all the money! However, I have a condition: we must completely settle our accounts. Xia Shuangming, do you agree?" Hua Xiaomo looked at him, an irresistible sharpness glinting in her eyes.
"Let's talk about that after you've repaid the money," Xia Shuangming replied, his tone still indifferent, as if he were completely unruffled.
"Fine! I will pay you back; I definitely will!" Hua Xiaomo declared firmly, then picked up the agreement he had redrafted from the table with one hand.
She skimmed through the document at top speed, then picked up the quill pen lying on the table, swiftly signed her name, and placed the agreement back down.
Hua Xiaomo glanced at him, a breath catching in her chest, inexplicably forming a tight knot.
Xia Shuangming, you're truly mad!
