Meg and Enfen exchanged a glance.
They received mutual understanding, courage, and satisfaction from each other's eyes.
But Song Zhen suddenly took the lead and spoke: "How about I talk about the details of the agreement, and we can all discuss it together."
Meg looked at Song Zhen quite unexpectedly, her heart pounding, but a smile on her face: "Please go ahead, Mr. Song."
Qiao Yi seemed to sense something, afraid that someone would take her away.
She stayed quietly in Song Zhen's arms as if she didn't exist, yet her tender arms were tightly wrapped around Song Zhen's neck, as if to prevent anyone from taking her away at any moment.
Song Zhen lowered his head, looking at his daughter like this, he couldn't help but feel pity.
His big hand kept gently patting his daughter's back, providing her with a sense of security.
