On the square breakfast table, the distance from one end to the other is three meters.
Ling Siyao and Han Luoli sat at opposite ends, staring at each other for a long time, each seeing a hint of understanding in the other's eyes.
Ling Siyao's serious eyes held a trace of amusement; someone as sly as Han Luoli would actually use such a condition to make an exchange with him. That mother and son, even if he didn't say it, he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt them.
Even if sometimes he himself would bully that woman, from the bottom of his heart, it was limited only to him doing the bullying.
Unexpectedly, he would actually use this matter as a condition.
"Are you sure about this condition?" Ling Siyao fixed his gaze on him and asked again.
"I'm sure." Han Luoli said calmly, with an undeniable firmness in his tone.
