Just as Su Yuan's mind was running wild, Mo Ting said to Fu Wen, "Remember madam's words. Draft them into the contract word for word."
"Yes, President Mo." Fu Wen quickly replied and left the ward. When he came back in, he was holding a folder in his hand. He opened the folder in front of Su Yuan.
Su Yuan looked at the file in confusion and was instantly dumbfounded. Inside the file was the contract, and there were three copies of it. This was way too efficient...
Mo Ting did not even look at the contents of the contract as he received a pen from Fu Wen. After a few strokes, he signed his name on the side of the contract. His handwriting was majestic and as sharp as his face, giving him a sense of beauty.
Su Yuan quietly admired his handwriting and his face. As soon as Mo Ting lifted his head, their eyes met. Looking into Mo Ting's deep, dark eyes, Su Yuan's heart began to beat faster as she quickly lowered her head to look at the contract.
