Anhao smiled and looked at Rong Xue.
"Miss Rong, my youth is the root of my stupidity. If Miss Rong is ten years older than me but is still so stupid, I'm afraid that this cannot be explained by youth. After all, your experience is beyond my reach."
As she spoke, Anhao picked up the check and played with it slowly in her hand. She gradually folded the check into a small square and then folded it into a small paper airplane. Under Rong Xue's gradually frosty eyes, she smiled and threw the paper airplane at her.
The paper plane flew past Rong Xue's face and landed on her high heels.
"Zuo Hancheng once told me that any random signature of his would be worth a lot of money, both domestically and internationally. If he were to pick up a pen and sign any document, tens of millions or even billions of dollars might be lost just like that."
" Since I'm her legal wife," Anhao continued," you want me to sign these strange A4 papers? Miss Rong, you're underestimating me.""
