Yuran brushed herself off and stood up from the sofa, "Shut up."
The incessantly talking Ao Chen, suddenly roared at like this, had his temper flare up immediately and stood up as well, "Trying to revolt, huh?"
Yuran: "..."
It was outrageous, she turned around intending to leave, "So much nonsense, I won't sign with you. Go back where you came from. Who can stand your foul temper? You scrutinize Bo Yan with a magnifying glass, finding faults all over while thinking only you are excellent. Dare you admit it?"
"Do I need to compare myself to him?"
Yuran chuckled without saying a word, just watching him. Ao Chen stiffened his neck, his tone weakening, "Fine, fine, I yield to you. Let's sign, sign."
Picking up the pen, he quickly signed his grand name at the end of the contract.
Yuran, satisfied, picked up the contract, giving it a look, "Aren't you worried I might sell you out?"
Ao Chen's eyes widened, "You wouldn't dare..."
