Zhu Qiushui was very assertive, and Song Guanchao just chuckled and said, "Miss Zhu, don't get excited, let's sit down and talk."
"You're now a prisoner, and it's Lu Zhizhong who makes the decisions."
"Whether or not we can negotiate is not up to you."
Zhu Qiushui bit her silver teeth tightly, naturally understanding Song Guanchao's meaning.
In her heart, she actually felt a bit uneasy.
She hoped that Lu Zhizhong wouldn't be influenced by her, but also wished he would give up the gains he had already achieved for her sake.
She was uncertain what choice Lu Zhizhong would ultimately make.
But no matter his choice, Zhu Qiushui would not resent him.
"Madman, keep an eye on her."
Song Guanchao picked up the medicine and stood up, saying to Qu Xiangru, "Miss Qu, come in, let me take care of your wound properly."
The two walked into the room, and Song Guanchao sat beside her, reaching out to lift her clothes.
