It seemed like the other side had suddenly fallen silent, plunging into a deathly stillness.
Was he hesitating, or weighing the value?
Zhan Se's breathing became more and more tense. Her feelings became increasingly conflicted. On one hand, she hoped that he would put the overall situation first and not agree to such unreasonable demands. On the other hand, she harbored the selfishness of a little woman, hoping that regardless of whether they traded or not, he would blurt out that she was more important than North X—21D.
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly.
A while of silence passed, and just when she felt an unbearable chalkiness clogging her chest, the voice of Emperor Quan, still pleasant and magnetically cold, came through the phone.
"I want to hear my wife's voice first."
Swallowing hard, Zhan Se, who had been silent all along, suddenly felt an inexplicable sourness in her eyes.
"That's simple, no problem."