As Ai Jiang moved her lips, preparing to ask Chi Yao for forgiveness in light of the secret she had revealed, Chi Yao suddenly spoke, "Miss Ai, do me a favor, and I might consider not worrying about that twenty million..."
Upon hearing these words, a glint of hope flashed in Ai Jiang's eyes.
Chi Yao continued, "Not just that, I might also let go of the other things you've done to me, and furthermore, I'll give you some money, send you abroad, and ensure you never worry about your living expenses for the rest of your life. How does that sound?"
Ai Jiang had always been smart. Without waiting for Chi Yao to say what he wanted her to do, she spoke up first, "You want Song Youman's child to never be born, right?"
Chi Yao laughed heartily. "Miss Ai is indeed brilliantly perceptive."
After his laughter subsided, Chi Yao asked, "So? Do we have a deal?"
"Mr. Chi, do I have any other choices?"
"What do you think?"
