The smoky voice slightly hoarse, "Little Mo, how about signing another contract with me?"
Jin Jumo tightened her grip on the car door handle, but her face showed confusion, "What contract is Mr. Rong referring to?"
Rong Mochen turned his gaze, his dark eyes intensely capturing Jin Jumo's eyes, "Three times the original contract, or you decide."
If it were a year ago, hearing such words, Jin Jumo's self-esteem might have felt hurt.
But now, she wouldn't.
Maybe, she has really fallen!
Jin Jumo curled her lips, smiling sweetly, "Mr. Rong, the more you speak, the more confused I get."
Rong Mochen lowered his gaze, flicked off the ash with his long fingers, his tone still gentle and calm, "Little Mo, you're the smartest girl I've ever met."
Implying she understood what he meant.
