"There's nothing that can't be decided, you can make a will here," Mo Ang suggested.
"Alright, then let's talk about when you're going to give me the project for laying the natural gas pipeline?" Wen Rufeng circled back to work.
Mo Ang thought for a moment. "If you're sure An Ning will marry me, then we can sign anytime."
Since the project was in his hands, he could really decide when to sign the contract.
"Alright, we've negotiated all the terms here, as long as you prove you will definitely give up the inheritance rights, then I can immediately agree to An Ning marrying you!"
"It's settled then!"
Standing outside the door, An Ning sneezed hard three times, each sneeze louder than the last.
She took out a tissue, wiped the corner of her mouth, and muttered softly, "Thinking, cursing, murmuring, someone must be talking about me!"
"Haha... why don't you think someone might be seriously cursing you?" Secretary Zhou laughed.
