Fan Zhiheng didn't answer Fan Zhengyue's question, but walked over to the low table and sat down. Seeing that he wrote something on the paper, Fan Zhengyue couldn't help but comment: "Third Uncle, is it necessary to write a contract? What if someone uses it as evidence against us in the future?"
After writing the agreement, Fan Zhiheng stood up and walked back to the table. He put the brush and the contract in front of Fan Zhengyue and asked calmly: "What if you refuse to acknowledge our agreement after I help you? Wouldn't that make all my efforts in vain?"
Hearing his words, Fan Zhengyue subconsciously clenched her hands hiding under the table. In fact, she really planned to throw Fan Zhiheng away after taking advantage of him. She never expected that this stupid uncle who only knew how to spend money would think about this matter so carefully at this moment.
