Xia Meng heard this and sneered inwardly, can't he come up with a different line?
Chen Wanrong gave a smile that was polite but distant, as if to return the greeting.
Even though her face was unnaturally pale, that smile made A'niu's heart flutter, as if she wasn't from this world.
"Hmph, this fickle playboy, a lecher," Xia Meng muttered under her breath, dissatisfied.
A'niu's old face turned red when he heard this and he withdrew his gaze, "Mr. Chen, hand over the contract and we'll call it even."
"If you want the contract, that's easy, unless you agree to become my apprentice!" Mr. Chen said.
"You old coot, what kind of nonsense is this? Since when do you force a cow to drink by pushing its head down?" Xia Meng couldn't help stepping forward and saying.
"As long as the cow drinks, who cares which method I used?!"
"Hey, I really have met someone even more unreasonable than me," A'niu laughed.