107 signs with Anning

Anning International.

Wen Nuan was sitting in the brightly lit conference room, mysteriously signing documents continuously.

Present in the conference room were Ye Feimo, Lin Ning, and a beautiful and astute woman. Wen Nuan didn't know who the woman was; she only knew she smiled very amiably. The woman gently turned to a pile of documents needing signatures and softly told her that all she had to do was sign her name.

Ye Feimo stood with his arms crossed, looking at her with a very disdainful gaze. Director Lin, who usually had a quick temper, was uncharacteristically laughing wildly. Add to that a woman who was so gentle and friendly, and the whole scene appeared eerily strange.

Wen Nuan swallowed hard. This wasn't some indenture deal, was it?

It was as if a little white rabbit was surrounded by three foxes, waiting to devour her clean once she was done signing, leaving no bone behind. Wen Nuan gazed into the distance—could someone tell her what was going on?