"The company is your family's," Han Chuan said.
F*ck.
Shi Xi sat lazily on the sofa, sinking into it. "No, Kuai Xue is my brother's company."
Han Chuan was expressionless. "What's the difference? The little princess of the Shi family?"
"No, no, let me think." Shi Xi felt that she shouldn't sign the contract so rashly.
Seeing Shi Xi's serious expression, Han Chuan didn't disturb her and asked Zhu Lin to pour two cups of coffee.
Zhu Lin came in with a cup of coffee and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Han Chuan glanced at Shi Xi and said indifferently, "Maybe she realized that as an artiste, she can only work for capitalists forever, so she wanted to awaken her blood and go back to being a capitalist."
After all, as an artiste, she had to be scolded and tired.
As long as a capitalist laid down happily, they would be able to escape.
