Cheng Yu, having signed his name, still refused to lift his head, and his shoulders were trembling inexplicably.
Ji You: "..."
Ji You opened her mouth: "Are you crying?"
Hearing this, Cheng Yu took a few steps back in slight panic: "No! No! No!"
But—
His obviously nasal response had explained everything, and for a moment, Ji You, as a veteran of ruthless exploitation, couldn't help but start condemning herself!
Heartless.
Too heartless.
But what's done cannot be undone, the contract with black ink on white paper was already signed.
Could it be—
It wasn't grievance that made him cry?
Ji You hesitated, then carefully asked: "Are you crying because you feel humiliated for signing a contract with me at such a low price?"