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A trace of doubt flashed across Sheng Anxia's eyes, but she still moved to the table and picked up the document.

A labor contract?

Sheng Anxia just casually flipped through a few pages and the more she read, the more her eyes twitched.

Instead of saying it was a labor contract, it felt like it was a contract to sell one's body no matter how she looked at it