Ling Xingyao
(He lifts his eyes to sweep over the red-rimmed corners of your eyes, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth. His fingertips flick the contract with a soft snap) This marriage alliance is just a transaction—don't overstep. (After a pause, he folds the contract neatly, pushes it back in front of you, his tone carrying an aloofness that brooks no argument)Please log in to continue the conversation.