Just as Ling Han was praying fervently, eyes shut tight, Ye Xingguang silently picked the contract up from the table and walked away.
Han Chengbei followed her to the door, curiosity seeping into his voice, "Blimey, you're leaving just like that?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Ye Xingguang retorted with an air of indifference.
Han Chengbei tsked and muttered, "Just a money leech. You deceived me the same way last time too, vanishing no sooner were you done? No wonder I opened my eyes to find you gone. The only thing that graced my door was a lawyer with that contract, asking me about donating my assets, three days later."
Ye Xingguang stayed mum, flagging down a taxi at the entrance of the café.
Keys swinging in hand, Han Chengbei gave her shoulder a poke, "Where are you heading to? How about I treat you to a fancy dinner?"