Ms. Chen was like a crowing rooster whose neck had been suddenly grasped, her face swollen red with inability to make a sound.
She realized she had just let something slip.
Although she had finally agreed on a rent of 15,000 with Director Zhang, increasing by 10% each year, she had just told Zhen Ye before entering the room that the contract she was given was for 5,000 a month.
At this point, she couldn't claim a higher amount without seeming ridiculous, making Ma Lu's 10,000 seem quite reasonable.
Ms. Chen snorted coldly, no longer intending to reason with Ma Lu, as she had seen the contract on the table and dashed over, intending to tear it up.
There were two copies of the lease contract, and Ma Lu had already put his own copy in his backpack.
The remaining one belonged to Zhen Ye, and it wouldn't have mattered much if it had been torn, as they could have just signed a new one.
However, Ma Lu was standing right there and snatched the contract away first.
