Tisha looked down at her contract with Ratchanon in pain. . . Her emaciated hands trembled pitifully, and her mouth clung to each other, and she tried her best to hold back the sobs that might flow out at any moment. Round eyes are dotted with clear water drops.
His conversation with her a few hours ago is still ringing in my ears.
"I'll give you any money you want..."
She remembered almost flying with joy when she heard his words, but soon the joy turned into an incredible panic.
"But you have to give me a baby..."
"What does that mean..."
I remember him whispering, looking at the handsome face in sunglasses in front of her, puzzled, and the meaning of his words was urgent.
When her brain decides she is not a deaf person, the answer is surprisingly clear.
"Uh... you mean..."
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