Gradually adapting to the darkness of the room, Ji Rou can vaguely see the face in front of her. This face is cold and heartless, like a bloodthirsty cold lion.

She looked at him, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Qin, will the contract we signed be void?"

It's not that Jirou doesn't want to leave, but if she wants to leave, she must leave cleanly and completely. She doesn't want to have any more involvement with this man in the future.