Henry Han’s throat choked, the smile that had appeared before he could remember and take it back, it became a stiff mask on his face.
He put the dinner plate aside and sank for a while before he said: “What do you mean?”
Jesse Yun smiled, his face relaxed, as if he was not negotiating terms with the funder, but chatting with old friends.
“Um… it’s literally. If Boss Han doesn’t understand, I’ll just say it more bluntly. I want to break the contract, and I don’t want to continue that contract.”
Henry Han’s pupils suddenly contracted, but for a moment he smiled relievedly and said, “Jin Shu, I think your wine hasn’t been awake yet, let’s talk when you are completely awake.”
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