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nAfter all her years in the workplace, her sharp edges had been ground down like a smooth rock in the river.

nShe accepted everything that life threw at her, and if anything was taken away from her, she had no ability to resist it.

n“No!”

nBefore Song Yaoyao managed to speak, Tang Xinrou began to laugh in anger. She slammed her hands on the table and said coldly, “Call the representative. I want to see what he’s made of. How dare he stand us up! This is something that Yaoyao wants! He has to let go whether he wants to or not!”

nYun Shuihan opened her mouth, surprised by Tang Xinrou’s arrogance.

nMeng Qiqi was also surprised, but what she felt more was admiration.

nArrogance could sometimes be seen as a positive trait.

nThey looked at Song Yaoyao and saw a smile that was sweeter than honey. She sat back leisurely in her seat and sipped her coffee every now and then.

nWhen they looked at her, she lifted her chin slightly and lowered her eyelashes. “Make the call…”

nHer voice was calm and dark.

nIt was hard to say whether she was more arrogant or Tang Xinrou was more arrogant.

nMeng Qiqi also nodded her head as she held onto Yun Shuihan’s icy cold hand. “Go ahead. Maybe there’s traffic or some kind of delay. We should always think positively.”

nYun Shuihan gently agreed, “Okay, wait a moment and I’ll make the call.”

nAfter saying this, she picked up her phone and headed for the bathroom.

nSong Yaoyao rested her cheeks on her hands and waited in boredom.

nThe sun shone in through the clean, transparent window and fell upon Song Yaoyao’s body. The skin on her little face was smooth like an egg; no pores were visible and there were no flaws.

nMeng Qiqi looked at her with admiration and explained carefully, “Yaoyao, don’t be upset. The contract for Yulan Literature is famous for being harsh. It’s much better now, but ten years ago, it was completely domineering. Even after all these years, they still hold the rights to the copyright. If they don’t approve, it’s useless even if Shuihan agrees…”

nAfter all, a signed contract was legally binding.

n“Yes, don’t be upset.”

nSong Yaoyao narrowed her eyes. Her curled eyelashes fluttered like butterflies.

nBefore Meng Qiqi managed to take a breath, she heard Song Yaoyao joke in a soft voice, “If he doesn’t come, I’ll just tie him up and bring him here~”

nHer voice had always been pleasant. At this moment, with her eyes curved, she sounded cute and coquettish.

nBut Meng Qiqi trembled. She had seen the seriousness in her eyes.

nShe wasn’t joking. If the representative from Yulan didn’t come, she may actually do it.

nBut…

nMeng Qiqi had no idea how powerful Song Yaoyao’s background was. She simply knew that Tang Xinrou and Song Yaoyao were honestly arrogant.

nYun Shuihan went to make the phone call and didn’t return for a long time, but she was in no hurry.

nThey knew she needed time to negotiate…

nMeanwhile, a few boys who had been sitting nearby for close to an hour glanced at Song Yaoyao intermittently. Finally, one of them decisively held onto a note and started walking toward Song Yaoyao.

n“Woah!” Meng Qiqi opened her eyes wide and quietly teased, “He must be coming here to get your contact details!”

nBased on her years of experience with novels, she saw through the boy straight away.

nSong Yaoyao supported her chin and smirked.

nWhen the boy saw her beautiful face, he immediately blushed.

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