Contract:
Today, a contract is signed with the Owner of Yellow Springs Road; if the contract is breached, the soul shall be offered.
Contractor: ...
Hu Shuo trembled as he looked at the contract.
Hadn't Professor Su said that she didn't care much for the spirit of contracts?
Why did he still need to sign a contract?
And there's something wrong with this contract, too, right?
"Miss Chuzheng, the... the contents of the contract?"
People nowadays are not easily deceived.
Chuzheng took back the contract and reached under the table for a pen: "What do you want me to do?"
Hu Shuo was still terrified of the paper effigy, feeling like it was hovering above his head, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Protect... my husband."
Chuzheng started writing in the blank space: "Name."
"Hu Shuo..."
Chuzheng stopped writing, her head still, her brows slightly raised, her gaze sweeping over him.
Hu Shuo: "??"
He hadn't spoken nonsense.
His name was Hu Shuo!
