"But I don't have paper or pen here. There's no need to write this on paper. Master, are you worried about me?"
Afraid that she would be lazy? And then deduct his salary?
Mo Ruyue clicked her tongue in her heart. She did not expect the Demon Commander to be such an evil capitalist.
"Of course, people change. I'm afraid you'll regret it!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I definitely won't regret it."
Mo Ruyue shook her head. Only a fool would regret a free money-making opportunity.
A pen and paper appeared in Ming Sihan's hands, and he quickly wrote down the proof.
"Alright, sign it."
Ming Sihan handed a pen washi to Mo Ruyue.
Mo Ruyue took the pen washi. She felt that something was amiss. Was there a need to write a contract between master and disciple?
"What's wrong? Are you regretting it?"
Seeing that Mo Ruyue was still not signing, Ming Sihan was a little anxious, but he still looked calm.
