Mu Qingran clutched the ballpoint pen in her hand, staring at the man in front of her, waiting for Huo Zhenyang's pen to descend and sign his name on the marriage contract.
With a "rip," the black-and-white marriage contract was torn in half by the man's slender fingers, then crumpled into a wrinkled ball in his palm, and with a flick, it was tossed onto the luxurious wool carpet!
The action was so swift that everyone present was caught off guard.
"I think Daddy should know that since I entered the business world at seventeen, it has always been me who has had people in the palm of my hand, and never someone who could threaten me."
Huo Zhenyang lifted his classically handsome jaw, his clear and cold words silencing the room.
"You—you—" Huo Tianpei, so angry he felt a pain in his chest, said, "Do you think that by tearing up this contract, it's over? I've invited Director Tan here today. You will sign it whether you like it or not!"
