"Sister Qiao, what's wrong with you, Sister Qiao? These people are bullying others too much. We must not let them control us."

The assistant saw that An Qiao couldn't be called, and saw that she was clutching the contract tightly without blinking. She seemed to be greatly stimulated.

Helplessly, I wanted to take the contract out of her hand.

With a snap sound, An Qiao's tears finally fell down and they hit the contract.

When she signed the contract, she knew she had gone through the back door, there was no qualification review, and she didn't even need to run errands.

She still remembers that she felt as if she had drunk honey, but she had to look disgusted on her face.

What’s funny is that it was so sweet back then, but now it’s ten times more painful than before.

"Okay, I'll apologize." An Qiao choked and said.

"I will compensate you according to the contract. Now, can you leave?"

The lawyer raised his eyebrows and spread his hands, "Of course it's best. Please ask Miss An to transfer the compensation as soon as possible, and I won't bother you."

"Sister Qiao!" After the lawyer left, the assistant said disapprovingly, "We haven't consulted the lawyer yet, why did you agree to him so quickly?"

"There's no need to hire a lawyer. The contract is here and it's my responsibility."

Perhaps, from the moment she believed in Meng Anchen, this day was destined to come.

"It is Meng Anchen who should bear the responsibility."

"He deliberately set up a trap for us. He was the one who insisted on cooperating in the first place. It's all his fault."

"Let's go." An Qiao said suddenly.

"As you can see, the studio can no longer open."

"I will find a way to get your salary to your card within three days."

"Let's go."

"But Sister Qiao, what should you do? There is still so much compensation."

"Once the studio is paid, we should be able to get some of the money back."

"That's not enough. That's two million."

"It's not enough anyway, so I might as well pay off your salary. Thank you for your hard work during this period."

An Qiao picked up her cell phone and bag, and rushed out of the studio without giving the assistants time to talk.

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With only five minutes left before the email was automatically sent, Meng Anchen finally met Chu Yun.

Meng Anchen's whole body was like a balloon that had been blown to the extreme and could explode at any time.

His lips were blue and he stared at Chu Yun, "I have already clarified for you that you are not a mistress, it was she who slandered you.

I also disclosed that she is the mistress and she designed me. This is all true. If you don’t believe it, you can send someone to investigate.

I really didn't mean to do anything sorry to you.

I also asked a lawyer to find her. She broke the contract and she couldn't afford the liquidated damages even if she sold the studio.

I did everything I could think of.

These...should be enough, right?"

Chu Yun leaned casually on the sofa, holding his cell phone, clicking on one item after another.

Hearing this, he nodded casually, "That's enough. Actually, you don't have to be so cruel. She is also your ex-girlfriend after all. Wouldn't it hurt your heart to kill her all like this?"

Meng Anchen clenched his fists unconsciously and clenched his teeth.

How could he not feel heartbroken? She was the woman he loved most in his life.

But he was extremely sure that if he had done one less thing, this woman would never open the door for him.

"But I've done everything, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Chu Yun glanced at Meng Anchen's cell phone and said, "No, it's cancelled."

"Actually, you don't need to be so impatient. I'm still very trustworthy, but unlike you, how many things can I promise your ex-girlfriend and how many can I do?"

Meng Anchen:......
Chapter completed!