Li Mo waved his hand impatiently and said, "Alright, sister-in-law, why waste your breath on this good-for-nothing? Just call Director Lin and have him send over the contract."
Qin Lan responded with a hum and made a call to Director Lin, who was responsible for the contract.
"Hello, Director Lin. I need the contract here. Could you send me a photo of it?" Qin Lan said with a smile.
"Sure, I'll take a picture and send it to you. Let me find it first."
There was sudden silence on the other end of the line, and there was no response for a long time.
Qin Lan, feeling puzzled, asked urgently, "Director Lin, what's wrong? Why aren't you speaking?"
"President Qin, there seems to be a problem here," Director Lin said, his voice trembling slightly.
"Problem? What problem? What's wrong?"
"I'll send it to you; see for yourself."
Qin Lan hurriedly unlocked her phone and opened the photo Director Lin had sent over. As soon as she saw it, she was dumbfounded.