Qin Qi grinned, "Sister Qingyu, what's wrong? Didn't you just say you were going to help me sort out the contract? Why are you asking me what's wrong now?"
Yan Qingyu's delicate body trembled, then she suddenly snapped awake, "Ah, right, right. The contract!"
Qin Qi smirked knowingly, "Sister Qingyu, what's wrong?"
Yan Qingyu quickly defended, "Nothing, nothing. I just thought of something and spaced out. Anyway, the contract is here. Take a look, and if there are no issues, you can sign it now!"
Qin Qi refrained from further questioning and held the contract in his hands.
While handing over the contract, Qin Qi intentionally or unintentionally brushed against her hand.
This degree of contact was nothing to a young married woman like Yan Qingyu.
But Yan Qingyu's reaction was extremely intense, quickly withdrawing her hand as if the contact with Qin Qi was something that filled her with shame.
Her face was even redder than before.
