"Why aren't you two leaving?" A man and a woman stood in front of Shi Yuan.
The woman was actually Xiaomei!
Shi Yuan looked at her suspiciously. "Are you a signed artist too?"
"I... I'm not. I wanted to ask whether you need a female secretary. In bed, I..."
Under Pan He's terrifying stare, Xiaomei struggled to redirect the words about to leave her mouth. "Eat... very little."
Shi Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "But I don't currently need someone with your talent for eating very little. Please leave."
Xiaomei wrung her hands and walked away, looking back every few steps, clearly still hoping Shi Yuan would change his mind.
Only one person remained, and he looked rather familiar. Shi Yuan ventured, "You're Lu Budai?"
The formidable fellow who had signed a forty-year contract.
Lu Budai was four years younger than Shi Yuan, yet they looked like they belonged to different generations. It wasn't that Lu Budai was unattractive. On the contrary, he was handsome, with slightly bronze skin, sharp brows, bright eyes, and a well-defined jaw. He had the sort of upright face that had made Shi Yuan think of a righteous hero from a martial arts novel the moment he saw him.
The problem was that his demeanor was far too mature. He stood there without a word, practically a block of wood.
Even now, when Shi Yuan asked him a question, he merely gave a "Mm," and nothing more.
Shi Yuan asked patiently, "Why did you stay?"
This time, he offered a few more words. "My contract hasn't expired."
"I've already filed charges against Zhang Fengquan for misappropriating company funds and abusing his position for personal gain. The fraudulent contracts he signed with you are invalid. The company will compensate you accordingly and let