C2 (1/2)

The man's voice brought Zi Yan's memories back to reality. She had long since gotten rid of that woman, she had grown up, she was getting married today, and this good-looking man in front of her was her husband.

His nose was very high, and Zi Yan had never seen anyone with such a high nose. His eyes were very dark, but they were also very cold, like ice pillars under a roof. His face was very beautiful, not the traditional square face of a Chinese.

”Woman, have you seen enough? Before you ask me to fulfill my obligations, I feel that you need to sign this contract.”

The charming man, Zhuo WeiTing, walked to the bedside and pulled open the bedside table. He took out a long prepared contract and handed it over to Zi Yan.

”If you don't sign, Song Qianshan won't get a single cent.”

Seeing that Zi Yan was unmoved, Zhuo Wei Ting said with a cold expression.

Hearing the man's words, Zi Yan had a moment of joy. Song Qianshan didn't get a dime, did it mean that they would go bankrupt? Then, would the Song Family return to their original state?

However, this thought only lasted for a moment. She thought of the elderly Ah Ma. If those Song people could do anything, they would definitely harm Ah Ma.

”I'll sign.”

Zi Yan immediately took out her hand, but when her smooth arms came out of the blanket, she was so scared that she retreated back.

Although she was wearing a sleeveless outfit, she had never revealed herself in front of a man.

”What, are you still pretending to be shy at this time?” ”Sign here.”

Zhuo Weitang pulled Zi Yan's hand out of the blanket, placed the pen into her hand, and pointed at the signature with a cold smile.