During this time, Ma Tianqing couldn't help but glance at Dong Tianxiu.
Dong Tianxiu stood straight, just like a servant.
This confirmed Ma Tianqing's judgment.
Dong Tianxiu knew his elder sister arranged things in this way for a reason, so he cooperated first.
"Then let's continue discussing," Dong Tianlu was the first to speak.
"Okay," Ma Tianqing nodded.
He glanced at Dong Tianxiu and saw that Dong Tianlu hadn't spoken yet, so he assumed it didn't matter that this person was present and didn't say much else.
The negotiation continued, which was essentially Dong Tianlu making demands.
The discussion lasted for more than half an hour.
Ma Tianqing was extremely uncomfortable.
The wine soaked between his clothes and body created a damp, clammy feeling, as if countless tiny ants were crawling on his skin. He couldn't reach out to scratch, and it was inappropriate to squirm and itch on the sofa. He had to endure, but the longer it lasted, the more uncomfortable he became.
