Li Zhiyan paused, taken aback for several breaths.
She had not expected the agreement to be so detailed, so structured.
Her mind raced as she weighed the implications.
Finally, she nodded, her voice steady and resolute despite the unfamiliarity of the words.
"I accept, Young Master Lin Feng. I am in your care from now on," she said, her tone carrying both submission and determination.
"Perfect." Lin Feng smiled, raising his right hand toward the small bell on the table.
Ding!
The soft chime resonated through the private dining room.
Not ten breaths later, a beautiful waitress appeared in the doorway.
She looked as if she had practically run to reach him, her hurried steps betraying both eagerness and nervousness.
Her robes swayed with each movement, and she quickly took three deep breaths to steady herself before bowing low.
