Am I being teased?
After Cao Jinse left, Comrade Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, unable to suppress his suspicions.
But.
There's no evidence.
Then, he looked down.
The sticky notes on the coffee table were refreshingly colored and soft, with a pen placed next to them.
The light green sticky note was no longer blank.
In the bottom right corner.
Cao Jinse's signature was left behind.
Unlike those flamboyant signatures that look like Mars, Cao Jinse's signature was elegant, grand, and clear.
Jiang Chen didn't write anything.
So.
It really is a "blank check."
Who could imagine, just how much is a small sticky note worth?
Jiang Chen sat up straight, picked up the sticky note, and "carefully" placed it in his pocket.
Although he's not someone greedy, but—
It's good to have in case of need.
Mao Tu didn't come back in to chat, likely taken away by his own lady.
"Ding..."
The phone rang.