C122 The Rhythm of Irreconcilable Hostility
Yaan Chenghuai's face darkened, "Say it again."
The girl who was accompanying him came over to kiss him, but he pushed her away. He took a sip of the wine and held his phone. His eyes were vicious.
"Mr. Yan, I'm really sorry. I've already signed a contract with someone else."
"With who?"
"I'm sorry, but we have to keep it a secret." There was no obligation to tell him