In the room on the 16th floor, the beer-bellied man pulled out a contract, a transfer agreement.
"Mrs. Qin, if you sign this contract, I will transfer the money to your account, and we can consider our collaboration successful." Apparently, the beer belly decided to take a hard approach as the soft one wasn't working.
He casually tossed the contract onto the coffee table, then sat pompously like an emperor on the single sofa.
Perhaps because he was too fat, he occupied the entire sofa, appearing exceptionally overbearing.
"What if I don't sign it?" Lou Xi wasn't afraid anymore; what was there to fear now?
Was she afraid the beer-bellied man would kill her here? When she wasn't even afraid of death, what could he do to her?
"Pressing a fingerprint will do." The man frowned slightly and then thought of a convenient method, "As long as the money is in your account, it doesn't matter what the method is."
