For something with such solid evidence, Ying Jing really had no way to argue.
"Let's just say I accidentally stole a chicken and petted a dog last night. I'm guilty, I repent. I might even do it again next time. You should just put up with it. If it really can't be helped, you could just give in to me."
Wen Fucheng laughed at her Ying-style logic.
He got up, ruffled her hair, and went into the room to change clothes.
Ying Jing wanted to follow him in but was locked out by him.
She scratched at the door with her small hands a couple of times.
"You stingy ghost, it's not like I haven't seen it. I've even said hi to it, you know?"
The next second, Wen Fucheng opened the door and dragged the little rascal inside.
"Since you're so free, help me look over the contract."
As he spoke, a stack of documents was already in front of Ying Jing.
