He glanced at the contract briefly, then looked up: "This..."
"Don't worry, it's not a contract of servitude."
With that one sentence, the atmosphere eased. Hung Hing picked up a pen and quickly signed his name in the signature column.
"It's signed."
Jiang Wanqing looked at the two copies, keeping one for herself and giving the other to him.
"Go back and sort out the remaining issues, then report for duty tomorrow. Your position is very important, so don't let us down!"
"yes!"
He responded in a loud voice, composed himself, and left with the effective contract.
Just as she left the factory, she bumped into Molly. When she caught a glimpse of what he was holding, her disappointment slowly turned into happiness, and finally into excitement.
She took two steps forward: "You..."
Hong Xing took a half step back, extended his hand, no longer concealing his mangled fingers: "Comrade Molly, we'll be colleagues from now on. Please take good care of me."
Her hand trembled slightly as she gently squeezed it and nodded, "Mmm!"
Although she didn't say anything else, she was happy enough, so happy that even the dust that was kicked up and landed on her shoulder felt like a different kind of flower.
"I have to go back and take care of some things. See you tomorrow."
Okay, see you tomorrow.
She watched Hung Hing's figure disappear, and as she turned around, the three people behind her winked at her gossipy.
"Oh my... so this is the person you've been waiting for. He's very handsome. No wonder you're interested." Shen Huan pointed at her.
"He's good-looking, but he lacks courage. Anyway, I wouldn't want a man like that." Yue Shuzhen was as arrogant as ever.
"Mutual affection is the most important thing; everything else is secondary." Qin Meng was good at providing emotional support.
"Hmph." Molly pouted, feigning anger: "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm busy."
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