C42 I'll Promise You One Thing!

"Wait." The man's commanding voice echoed from behind.

Xiong Miao stopped in her tracks and turned around stiffly.

"Come and sit." Zhan Yeling strode over to the sofa with his long legs, sat down with a relaxed posture, and casually crossed his legs.

With her escape thwarted, Xiong Miao clenched her palm to calm her nerves and obediently took a seat.

As luck would have it