Murong Qiao's words seemed to have planted a seed in Zheng Yue's heart.
It only needed the right timing to break out of the ground and germinate.
"These documents need your signature." Jiang Chi placed a thick stack of documents on Murong Qiao's desk.
Only then did Murong Qiao snap out of her daze and respond. She couldn't take her eyes off the contract in front of her.
In the past two days, the company had experienced exponential growth. The artists started to get work projects one after another, and many things needed Murong Qiao to personally take a look. Even after many employees had left, Murong Qiao was still working overtime in the office.
Jiang Chi also considerately didn't say anything but closed the door softly.
"Sigh." Murong Qiao could not help but sigh.
She originally thought that she was very good at reading ten lines at a time, but when she faced the endless contract information, her eyes turned sore.
