"Su Qianci!" Li Sicheng bristled and clapped her jaw with his fingers. "Don't even mention the contract! I will tear it apart right away."
"Indeed, you should've done it earlier," Su Qianci said sarcastically. "It also says that we should keep our distance. Look at us… We have breached the contract for a while now."
"It should never have been made." He regretted signing the contract in the first place. Gazing at her deeply, he said resolutely, "Forget about the contract. We will tear it apart and start over."
"You're free to do that. Yours is just a copy anyway. Uncle Sheng Ximing has the original."
Tightening his grip on her jaw as if he wanted to crush it, he said in a deep voice, "then we will ask to have it back."
