Ye Zhiqiu sat up straight, her carefully painted eyes flickering, and she clenched her fists unconsciously, "I can sign and agree to let Ranran donate bone marrow to your son, but..." She took a deep breath and calmed down, "You can never come to snatch the custody of my daughter, and you can never tell her that you are her father."
As soon as the words were spoken, the room became eerily quiet, and the sound of the second hand moving seemed to be magnified, hitting the ears of both parties, making it particularly harsh.
"Do you agree or not?"