C136 Condolences

Shi Jiangyuan chuckled and took out his short-sleeved shirt from the laundry bucket. He took out a piece of paper from his shirt and stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans.

"There's a contract in my pocket. Luckily, I suddenly remembered, otherwise I would have died after I stuffed it into the washing machine."

This contract was a share agreement that Kang Ying had written for him