Upon hearing this, Yan Qianyi's emotions, which had just lifted, plummeted instantly.
She knew it, Old Madam Yan would never be kind to her for no reason.
"What conditions?" she asked.
"Just saying you're uneducated, and you're still not happy. It's all very clearly written in the contract, do you really not understand words?"
Yan Qianyi was so angry that she wished she could flip the table and chase the old lady away right now.
After all these years, although she had become accustomed to Old Madam Yan's disdain for her, having never received a single word of praise since childhood, it was already good enough if she was not met with cold sarcasm and hot irony.
But now, Mu Yunlie was sitting right beside her.
Couldn't she give her some face?
She needed face too, okay?
Mu Yunlie pushed the contract in front of Yan Qianyi, his well-defined fingers pointing to a line in the middle of the document.
