"Miss Xia, you agreed?"
Xia Lu was reluctant to nod, but other than nodding, she had no choice now. "Hmm."
The man opposite finally smiled broadly, "If you had done this earlier, it would have been better. Why bother?" After speaking, he stood up immediately, strode out the door, and never looked back at them.
At first, neither Xia Lu nor Yang Qihong, sitting on the edge of the bed, reacted immediately, not knowing if he had really left or just gone out for a moment. It wasn't until no more sounds were heard that they simultaneously resumed breathing.
"He... really just left like that?" Yang Qihong murmured. She turned her head to look at Xia Lu, suddenly noticing her face didn't look well. "Miss Xia, are you okay?"
Xia Lu herself felt something was wrong. Her stomach felt very uncomfortable, but she couldn't describe exactly what kind of discomfort it was. It hurt in waves. The pain intensified with every passing second, as if trying to rip her in half.