Today, the sun must have risen in the west.
Ye Lihan ground his back teeth fiercely.
It was, of course, because of that line in the contract: "Except when necessary, neither party may interfere in the other's affairs."
"Don't ask so many questions. Just tell me whether you agree."
Su Qiao's eyes rolled.
"Of course not. We made that contract together, and you personally wrote those terms. How can we casually void it for no reason?"
Ye Lihan's face darkened.
If only he had known, he would never have added those clauses back then.
Now they had ended up restricting him instead, leaving him tied hand and foot.
"Since I wrote it myself, can't I void it?"
"Of course not."
Hmph. Back then, he had been so cold and heartless, insisting on making the contract—and even adding all those clauses.
And now he wanted to go back on his word?
"Although you wrote it yourself, my fingerprint is on it too. It counts as a contract we agreed to together."
Ye Lihan saw at a glance that she was doing it on purpose.
He rose and walked over to the couch, then lay down with his back to her.
"Go away! I'm going to sleep."
Su Qiao was speechless.
Was he planning to sulk by himself?
"It isn't even dark yet. Can you sleep?"
Ye Lihan lay facedown on the bed without moving.
"Whether I can sleep or not is none of your business."
The corner of Su Qiao's mouth twitched.
Are you still a child?
And you're sulking, too.
She walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "All right, all right. We'll do as you say. The contract is void, okay?"
"Get up. I've already booked lunch at Xiangfu Restaurant. The food won't taste good if it gets