Ning Ziyuan was startled by his words, hadn't she thought of any conditions yet?
"What kind of condition are you talking about, Mr. Qin?" she asked cautiously.
Qin Hao smiled slightly: "Any condition, any condition I propose must be agreed to by Miss Ning in the future, how does Miss Ning feel about that? If you agree, this drop of essence blood will be yours. If not, then the deal is off."
Ning Ziyuan looked at Qin Hao hesitantly, and after a long while, she nodded: "Alright, I agree, Mr. Qin."
The corner of Qin Hao's mouth curled up: "Miss Ning agreed so easily? Aren't you afraid I might propose something difficult for you in the future?"
Ning Ziyuan replied: "I don't think Mr. Qin is that kind of person."
"How am I not? Miss Ning, please don't thoughtlessly consider me a gentleman."
