Hasan. Abed chuckled heartily.
The two took advantage of this moment to chat casually about some topics.
In her ear, Winterson's voice rang out again, "Ten minutes. Find a way to leave immediately."
Qiao Xiguan's eyes flickered slightly.
Her mouth still kept chatting with Hasan. Abed.
Five minutes passed.
Hasan. Abed's daughter had yet to appear.
Qiao Xiguan glanced at the large clock on the wall.
Five minutes—to retrieve the contract, verify it, sign it, and exchange pleasantries—was definitely not enough.
The seconds ticked away.
With only two minutes left, Hasan. Abed's daughter finally appeared, holding the freshly prepared contract, her face beaming warmly as she presented it to them.
Qiao Xiguan accepted the contract and lowered her head to carefully examine it.