Su Huai couldn't be bothered to quibble with him and reached out to grab the contract, "Why did you sign so hastily? Didn't you discuss it with your family?"
"Pssh, it's such a trivial matter, what's there to discuss? It's my own affair, I can make the decisions!"
Chu Changkuo sat down on the table with a grandiose air, legs astride, feet on the chair, and cavalierly tossed a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes to everyone.
Su Huai skimmed through the contract quickly and couldn't help but laugh soon after.
It wasn't exactly harsh, just incredibly restrictive.
The support resources were genuinely listed, but each came with a hidden conversion issue that would end up reflected in the penalty fees.
Like, granting at least one front page major feature each week.
Such a thing was virtually worthless to Turbid Dog.
Given his account's recharge and expenditures, he pretty much got four to six of those daily—remember, as complimentary perks.
