Jiang Qingkui furrowed her brow, and there was a slight hint of disgust in her tone when she said the last sentence.
Zhou Wang, who was also swept into the "crow" category, couldn't say anything more either, and just nodded, "Don't worry, besides normal work requirements, I won't force you into anything."
"As if you would dare, after all, I still have Aunt Zhao's phone number..."
Jiang Qingkui chuckled lightly, making a joke with Zhou Wang for the first time.
"So, does this mean you agree?" Zhou Wang laughed.
"Yes... but I still have a few things to handle. Prepare the contract, and in two to three days, I'll come back to start."
Jiang Qingkui took a deep breath and gave a solemn reply.
"Now that this matter is settled, let's talk about what's going on with that photograph, shall we?"
Having relaxed Jiang Qingkui, Zhou Wang's mood improved significantly, and he asked.
