Only Jiaang Hengliang stood close enough, with some light shining through, so his face could be slightly seen.
"How much per hour?" Qiann Yan asked.
Lv Cheng felt a bit suffocated; he had never seen a kid like this. To charge an appearance fee and specify how much per hour—did they also need to sign a contract?
Qiann Yan thought for a moment and said, "It would be best to sign a contract, so both sides are bound. Good for you, good for me, good for everyone. Only black and white has the legal effect to avoid disputes in the end."
System 666 couldn't help but sigh upon seeing this, thinking that Host must have learned some new words through the chubby girl's memories again.
Lv Cheng and the production team now all looked at Qiann Yan as if she were a sly businessman.
Qiann Yan thought these people were hilarious. Aren't they the sly businessmen?
She made these demands merely to follow normal procedures, the rules of this world; it's basic protocol.
