Juyan held our proposed settlement agreement, his face dark as he read down the page, the gold ring on his left hand flashing repeatedly.
The lawyer beside him leaned in, murmuring an explanation of the various unfavorable consequences these clauses might bring.
Annoyed by the chatter, Juyan tossed the settlement onto the table, let out a heavy sigh, and looked straight at me, pronouncing each word distinctly: "Lianhe, do you really hate me that much?"
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