About half an hour after lunch, Rong Ming arrived at Shen Manor, accompanied by a middle-aged, balding lawyer with thick glasses.
"You came and brought an assistant to grill skewers for you?" Rong Qingqing handed a chilled coconut to Rong Ming.
"Sis~" Rong Ming was caught between laughter and tears, "This is Second Uncle's lawyer, he said he's here for you to sign some documents. Didn't Second Uncle say yesterday that he's giving you his media company? That's what he's here for."
Even if he brought an assistant to help him grill skewers, he couldn't have brought a middle-aged uncle. His cousin's teasing could really leave someone both amused and exasperated.
Rong Ming finally figured it out. Rong Qingqing must have guessed it, so she wasn't in a good mood, and decided to tease him and the lawyer.
"Sigh." Rong Qingqing sighed, her face expressing in big letters: Annoyed.
The lawyer's hands were trembling as he took out the documents.
