"Sigh, poor guy!"
Tang Hao mumbled as he wrote the contract.
The four-thousand-something yuan was that guy's entire living expenses! Without it, he could only eat plain rice and steamed buns every day.
"He agreed to this willingly. Don't blame me!" Tang Hao muttered again and felt more at ease.
"It's done. Come, put your thumbprint on it!" Tang Hao took out an ink pad.
The boy was stunned when he saw the ink pad and felt that something was amiss. Who would carry an ink pad with them? He took the contract, read it, and was relieved when he did not see any problems with it.
'Maybe it was only a coincidence,' he thought before putting his thumbprint on it.
He took out his phone and started typing in the group chat excitedly.
"There's a fool here who said that Goddess Mu invited him and even made a bet with me! He's paying me one to five, and we even signed the contract! Congratulate me. I'm going to be rich!"
