Lin Yan shrugged nonchalantly. "Where is the contract? Show it to everyone."
"Lin Yan, I think you won't give up until the end of your life!" He Xiong replied, "You want a contract? No problem."
He Xiong glanced at He Mingkai, whose face was swollen and bruised. "Mingkai, get Lin Yan's contract."
"Okay…"
He Mingkai nodded as he strode in.
He then turned around and frowned at He Xiong. "Dad… I can't see Lin Yan's contract."
"What?"
He Mingkai looked startled.
He couldn't see Lin Yan's contract?
Lin Yan sneered in disdain. "Are all of you dumb? This is my team. What kind of contract would I have to sign?"
"Impossible!" He Xiong's eyes gleamed coldly. "The team has rules. Even we signed a contract before, so why wouldn't you? The Old Master said that you signed the contract. There is no way it is fake!"
"Then wait until Grandfather wakes up and ask him for it," replied Lin Yan dully.
