"......"
Two bodyguards secretly glanced at Gu Shaocheng, and countless exclamation marks seemed to float above their heads like a barrage.
A document, densely filled with signatures, and the seemingly calm man remained composed, leisurely continuing to look at the document, turn the pages, and keep signing.
Hey, sir, the entire document is densely packed with your signatures, layer upon layer. What are you seriously looking at?
Are you admiring your own handwriting?
Of course, these words were only a vent in their hearts!
Time flashed by, another five hours had passed!
The delivery room door remained tightly closed, and Chenxing's miserable cries continued to be heard from inside. The pen in Gu Shaocheng's hand, at some point, had its middle bead poked out from too much force, but he still calmly viewed the ink-laden document, signing with bold strokes.
Several bodyguards secretly gave him a thumbs up.
