In the cold room, the 'tap tap' of footsteps was so clear, hovering around the ears of the three like the whispers of a ghost.
The temperature on the wall thermometer continued to drop, and before long, it fell below zero. Due to the rapid loss of heat, the surface of the three individuals turned an abnormal bluish-purple, as if poison instead of blood flowed through their veins, with a slight itchiness spreading throughout their bodies.
No one spoke first; they just trembled, keeping their heads down silently. Xu Xiaoyou felt somewhat helpless:
"Why is no one talking now? Back when you were trying so hard to force my Little Blue Bird to sign these contracts, weren't you all quite eloquent?"
"This one, 'Artist Resource Tilt Mutual Aid Agreement', and this one, 'Equity Transfer Agreement', 'Curtain Promotion Service Agreement', 'Corporate Culture Cooperation Promotion Agreement', 'New Star Artist Exchange Training Guidance'."
