It was odd that Chen Zhihao, who had met nearly all the socialites in Beijing the day he returned to the country, had never encountered Ni Yang.
Ni Yang was so attractive, if he had met her, it would be impossible to forget.
Ni Yang said, "I'm not from your circle."
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhicang said with a surprised face, "Then how come you're so wealthy?"
Ni Yang gave a faint smile, "Mr. Chen, do you still want to sell your restaurant?"
Chen Zhicang, realizing his rudeness, hurriedly said, "Sell, sell, sell, let me grab the contract. And then we can go to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce together."
Ni Yang nodded.
Chen Zhicang took the contract and pushed it towards Ni Yang.
Ni Yang picked up the contract, without rushing to sign, but read swiftly as the turning pages rustled in the air.
She was reading so quickly that Chen Zhicang thought she was just posing.
Just like some young girls who like to pretend they understand when they don't, acting like they are mature.
