"Little Nine, surely there isn't a need for a written contract?" Ji He felt that Ji Fengyan had become somewhat more agreeable—a complete shift from the overbearing persona who presented the ledgers.
Who knew if he was getting the wrong impression.
Ji Fengyan smiled. "I trust that Oldest Uncle will not go back on a promise to a Junior like me. This is just to offer proof of Oldest Uncle's fairness and impartiality."
Ji Fengyan placed Ji Qiu on such a high pedestal that he had no choice but to put his promise down in writing—not doing so would make it seem like he meant to go back on his word!
With a dark face, Ji Qiu wrote up a contract with Ji Fengyan. She nimbly took it from Ji Qiu and happily placed it in her pocket.
"Any other questions?" Ji Qiu asked grimly.
"Nope." Ji Fengyan's smile was exceptionally radiant.
Ji Qiu felt extremely stifled by her dazzling grin. Taking a deep breath, he said, "You may take your leave."
