"What?"
Jiang Zuo yelped.
"Twenty years? Isn't that her prime years all wasted on you? Miss Lin, how could you..."
'Slap!'
Before he could even finish his sentence, Lin Caisang, standing across from him, undisguisedly raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
"Jiang Zuo, can't you understand what I'm saying? I've said it over and over, it's not me who is saving her, not me. What on earth is going on in that head of yours! If your brain is damaged, I wouldn't mind cutting it open and fixing it for you!"
Is this guy sick? He seemed fine before, but why does he turn out like this when something happens? He has no resilience to stress at all!
"I..."
Jiang Zuo, having received the slap, stood there in shock, speechless.
"Jiang Zuo, let me be clear, without this contract, she might not even live to see tomorrow's sunrise. To give up twenty years of her life, yet still be alive, can't you see which is more significant?"
Lin Caisang asked him again.
"This..."