"Minor Injury."
After signing, Shen Wan closed the folder and handed it back to her.
Miao Miao opened it and couldn't help but be surprised. "Your handwriting with both hands is exactly the same, there's no difference."
"I've practiced."
"What would you like for lunch? I..."
At this moment, Shen Wan's phone rang, and she glanced at the screen, Quan Hanting?
"Come down, I'm waiting for you at Exit A."
Thinking about that forcefully taken kiss, although she didn't resist much, it still couldn't change the coercive nature of it. Now, hearing him speak in a commanding tone again, Shen Wan pursed her lips, "May I ask who's calling, please?"
"...," There was a deadly silence on the other end.
After a while, the man gritted his teeth and reported his full name, "Quan, Han, Ting!"
"Oh, it's you, Sixth Uncle. Do you need something from me?"
