Yang Tianzhen covered his face and squatted on the ground. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He felt so tired, but he also felt that he hadn't done enough.
He finally knew how Luo Feng had quickly obtained so many contracts. It turned out that as long as he promised enough compensation, the partners would have more guarantees and would be more refreshed.
Luo Feng and Ai Tingya were too young and rash.
Yang Tianzhen was furious. Why did he insist on sleeping instead of discussing the contract with them?
He scratched his head in frustration and silently flew into a rage.
"Old Yang, are you alright?!" Luo Feng grabbed Yang Tianzhen's hand to vent his anger and quickly pulled her up and pressed her onto the sofa. "You're making a mountain out of a mole hole. There's really no need."