"Crack."
A thin piece of A4 paper was slapped on the mahogany round table and slid along the smooth tabletop to Su Nian's hand, with the edges slightly rolled up.
Lu Jingshen pulled off his tie and threw his haute blazer on the back of the sofa. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt with one hand and stared condescendingly at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Signed."
Su Nian lowered his head and scanned the bold words on the paper.
No touching allowed.
Not allowed to be made public.
No interference in private life is allowed.
It's so direct. Su Nian picked up the Montblanc pen next to him and took off the cap.
"Okay."
With two strokes, Su Nian signed his name in the lower right corner and pushed the paper back.
The whole process takes less than five seconds. There was no hesitation, no hesitation, not even an interest in taking a second look at the terms.
