Xie Cheng was perplexed.
What else would it be?
The little girl standing outside the curtain turned her head. Although she could not see clearly, Xie Cheng could sense the timidity in her eyes.
Xie Cheng did not speak.
He began to doubt himself. Was he quite fierce to Jiang Fu when he returned and frightened her?
He pondered for a few seconds and nodded. He said in a deep voice, "Yes."
The person outside seemed relieved. She turned to his desk, found a brush, carefully dipped it in ink, and came in with it and the contract.
A white hand lifted the curtain, and a faint fragrance filled the air. The smell was fresh and elegant.
Xie Cheng looked up, and his eyes met a fair little face. It was like the spring flowers on a mountain in spring, blooming one after another, bright and elegant.
She held a brush and paper in her fair hand and revealed a bright white part of her sleeve. Her wrist was fair-skinned and alluring.
