Don't sign this contract _1

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Yan Sichen's cell phone rang.

He apologized, put down his pen, and answered the phone.

"What is it?"

"I'm busy right now, tell them to wait."

"Alright, I'll come back as soon as possible."

"Is there an emergency at the company?: ning Qing asked with: smile:

Yan Sichen sighed and looked a little regretful. I wanted to have a meal with you, but it seems like I won't have the chance anymore.

"It's okay. Come to my house for dinner next time."

His long fingers reached for the pen, but before he could write, there was a knock on the door.

Yan Sichen and ning Qing looked at each other. He said helplessly, " come in.

At the door, a woman with a good figure smiled gently. Hello, today is Jingyue's eighth-anniversary celebration. Here are some desserts and small gifts for you. I hope that you can get what you want and have a smooth journey in the future.

"Thank you," he said.