1887 He had to return this favor

It was as if, to him, it was not signing a transfer agreement that would result in a loss of wealth that could rival a country 's, but a piece of waste paper.

Murong Mian signed her name and showed it to Mrs. Jones.

The name was indeed 'Murong Mian'. His quick and thoughtless actions made Mrs. Jones even more confused. She could not understand Murong Mian's approach.

Logically speaking, Murong Mian would never sign her name so readily, especially when he had been so cold and unfeeling before. Even when she threatened him with Madam Murong's life, he was unmoved.

But now, he was willing to do it for a can of bone ash, which made Mrs. Jones more suspicious.

She had always been a sensitive person, and now she was even more confused.

However, she could not find any fault with it.

She had prepared the transfer agreement herself, so there was no way it would go wrong. Did Murong Mian really not care about money?

Or did he have other plans?

For a moment, she didn't even dare to take the share transfer agreement. She looked behind Murong Mian and saw that there was no one there.

The long and narrow staircase leading to the ground floor was very quiet. If someone came in at this time, she would soon hear it from below.

Murong Mian raised an eyebrow and her lips curled up."What? don't you want it anymore?"

"Murong Mian, you'd better not play any tricks." Mrs. Jones clutched the can of ashes tightly. Her heart was beating fast. She had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

She knew that the person in front of her was not the real Murong Mian. She had also experienced his power, so she was even more uneasy.

"If you don't want it, then forget it," Murong Mian smiled coldly.

As he spoke, he was about to tear up the contract of share transfer that he had just signed. The Qiong si man saw this and quickly shouted,""Wait ..."

"You really didn't do anything?" Mrs. Jones had always tried to get some useful information from Murong Mian's face, but she had failed every time.

"You're the one who gave me the share transfer agreement. What do you think I did?"Murong Mian sneered.

"Are you really willing?" Madam Murong was full of doubts.

"Of course I don't want to. Didn't you threaten me? Do you still want it or not? can you not talk so much nonsense?" Murong Mian felt that it was about time. He wanted to go back before Ji Mianmian woke up. He did not want her to worry.

"Alright," said Mrs. Jones,"throw it over."

"Give me the bone ash box first," Murong Mian said without moving.

He had used someone else's face, name, and heart. Now, he had to at least keep his ashes. He did this not for Madam Murong, but only because he had to return the favor.

"You can choose not to take it," Murong Mian switched the topic.

Mrs. Jones did not dare to put it down. She said,""Alright, I'll put the ashes in the glass box. You can put the share transfer agreement on the sofa."

"Sure," Murong Mian nodded.

The two of them moved together, one towards my glass box, the other towards the sofa. After putting it down, the two of them turned around and walked back.

Murong Mian heaved a sigh of relief when she received the bone ash box. Now that she had this, she no longer had to worry about anything.

He glanced at Madam Murong, who was lying in the glass box. His eyes were cold and calm. The two of them were very close to each other. Madam Murong looked at him with tears in her eyes. She hoped that he would take the bone ash box and leave quickly.