Chapter 5
Zhao Meilan’s lacquered fingernail tapped the transfer packet on the prep table. Six minutes had passed since Lin Yichen last looked up, and in that silence, she had decided his obedience was hers to command.
“Hand it over,” she said, her voice sharp under the copper pots. “Tonight’s already ugly enough. You’ve made your little point. You don’t get to sit in here and hold the family hostage.”