Want to cancel the contract

This was Xia Chunyu's resting day and he didn't want to go out. There were many gossips about him and he was in the eye of the storm. If he went out, people would pretend to sympathize with him and ask questions to satisfy their curiosity. He didn't want to answer them. He'd rather stay in here to read books and drink tea.

"Heir-Son Lord, Young Royal Highness Jing is here," Song Qi reported.

Xia Chunyu frowned. What is Little Jing doing here?

"Tell him to come in." Xia Chunyu put his book down and fixed his clothes.

Immediately after Helian Jing entered the door, he placed the 500,000 taels banknote he received from Zhao Qixuan and his own 100,000 silver banknote in front of Xia Chunyu.

"Brother Chunyu, this is 600,000 silvers from Da Tong Bank. Give me Li Yao's contract."

Xia Chunyu looked at the banknotes and at Little Jing. "What do you mean? Why should I give you Li Yao's contract?"