Winning The Heart of The Beauty

Not that what he thought mattered anyway. Since the contract had already been finalized.

Tan Yiming shrugged nonchalantly:

"What's there to think about? This will come in handy if you want to win the heart of the beauty."

Cough.

It was clear what Tan Yiming was getting at. Little wonder then, that he succeeded in getting that man's attention. 

Sure enough, after a few seconds:

"Alright, I'll sign it."

Who would have thought that the dignified crown prince of the Mo family, in order to chase his wife, would actually voluntarily succumb to his boss' arm-twisting.

After signing the contract, he threw it on the table:

"Is that all?"

Tan Yiming held back his laughter. After all, it was really rare to see his buddy acting in such a manner.

He shrugged:

"Yeah, feel free to leave."

What else would there be? After all, everything had already been arranged.