Jiayi, with several heavy strokes, finished signing the agreement, then swiftly stood up and threw a stack of A4 paper into the arrogant egomaniac's chest. "There, it's signed, suits you perfectly, take it!"
With that, she turned around and ran out of the hotel suite!
Behind the signature of the contracting party, there was a big turtle drawn!
It looked exactly like the doodles by Little Meatball!
Huo Zhenyang laughed in his fury, his fingertips pinching the now useless agreement, his palm curling into a fist as he tore it to shreds!
A few seconds later, the annoyance at the corner of his lips vanished as swiftly as a shooting star.
It seemed that this little woman really didn't respond to force.
He hadn't been bested by a little woman in his life.
The more it was so, the more it ignited his unwillingness and interest.
Playing games with him?
He was curious to see what tricks she had up her sleeve.
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