Jiangg Yao was stunned for a long time, staring at Chen Yuan with red-rimmed eyes, not looking away for even a moment.
Under her intense gaze, Chen Yuan suddenly felt his scalp tingle. He tried to meet her eyes, looked away, then looked back, but ultimately, he couldn't handle the pressure and averted his gaze once more.
It was a look that was hard to bear. For a moment, Chen Yuan actually felt a pang of guilt.
He knew what kind of demand he had just made.
And at a time like this, no less.
"Young Master... you're taking advantage of our crisis." After a long moment, Jiangg Yao murmured the words.
"Ahem," Chen Yuan coughed, affecting a cold tone. "If I'm making this demand, it means I'm prepared for the fallout. I'm not afraid of you attacking me on moral grounds or anything else. I don't care. Ever since I graduated and started working, I've come to understand a fundamental truth—you only get what you want by paying a sufficient price. Nothing in this world comes for free."
