"Is it okay?" Daphne asked softly, "You have complete freedom to choose."
"Please let me be quiet for a moment."
Yang Ming slightly pursed his lips, and only the subtle sounds of the two breathing filled the reception room.
...
Daphne left the guest room.
She hugged her arms, standing behind the window of the prison hallway, watching the dozen or so noble prisoners leisurely playing ball in the square below.
The noble prison has always had the reputation of being a mini vacation paradise. Nobles who committed crimes can live joyously here—except for being unable to call in escorts or models, or leave on their own, everything else isn't much of a problem.
Inside the room, Yang Ming scratched his head, his expression somewhat troubled.
He indeed may overlook certain aspects, but it doesn't matter; he has Lyu. At this moment, Lyu is also calculating and pondering various possibilities.
"Boss, signing it would bring more benefits than drawbacks."
