"Sign it! The whole internet knows you're a foodie now. Endorsing beef jerky is a perfect fit."
One day, after she finished the photoshoot for the Bai family's sportswear line, Wei Shuojie pulled out a new endorsement contract for her to sign on the way home.
Seeing Ni Bingyan stare dumbfounded at the contract, Wei Shuojie couldn't help but laugh. "This endorsement might be a little rustic, but it's still better than endorsing a tractor. Two years for five hundred thousand isn't a lot, but—the boss is your dad. I'm guessing you won't have any objections, right?"
"What?"
She'd been spacing out, partly because she was exhausted from the sportswear shoot—they'd had her run back and forth dozens of times, and her brain felt sluggish. The other reason was that Wei Shuojie had accepted the endorsement without discussing it with her, which went against their agreement. She was momentarily unsure how to respond without hurting his feelings.
