"I'm going to give Ruoruo a perfect wedding, so you have to leave!" Ye Beichen leaned against the sofa, languid and cold. Wu Jin was as cold as stone sculpture, his face again indifferent.,"Me... What if I don't sign" Han Qiao asked unwillingly.,"I'm Han Qiao, not Han Ru!" Han Qiao had a hysterical outburst for the first time, trembling with anger.。