Mi Yao scrambled down on all fours, and when her feet hit the ground, she looked at the man inside and asked in a hoarse voice, "How many years is this contract for?"
"It's for a lifetime." Feng Yueming smiled, then the luxurious business van sped away.
Mi Yao stood motionless on the spot for a long time. She had thought this contract was only for a few years, but it turned out to be for a lifetime. Yet, what did it matter? She had no power to negotiate.
She just felt it was an unnecessary move. Why sign a lifetime contract? He was now using all means to make her submit simply because she was young and beautiful, but in a few years when she was no longer young, and he grew tired of her, wouldn't he just discard her?
Mi Yao gave a bleak and sardonic smile.
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