An Lan held the freshly printed contract and waved it gently in front of An Xuan. Beside him, both An Xuan and Zhang Ya, eyes widened in shock, followed her out of Angel Bar with befuddled faces. Once they were in the car, An Xuan felt somewhat groggy.
He shook his head and stuttered.
"Big sister, did we just get the contract like that?"
"Otherwise, what? Should I let you have another meal with Lin Weilian, have you sign the contract documents? Why would you follow him to a bar? If I hadn't arrived in time, would you really have drunk all the alcohol he piled in front of you?"
An Lan glanced at An Xuan with irritation.
An Xuan touched his nose.
"But that's what Lin Weilian wanted, right? I just thought, signing the contract would be the same anywhere, as long as we get it done quickly. Who would have thought he… But don't worry, sister, even if you hadn't come, I wouldn't have drunk the alcohol. I was about to pour it out."
"Should I actually compliment you for that?"
