He took the agreement and pointed the pen at the space designated for a signature.
He held her small hand, gradually writing her name, and gently said,
"Wen Xian, this isn't much, and perhaps I can't give you the best, but I will give you all the best I have."
From now on, he was no longer alone; he would take care of his wife and children, and he would earn more money.
Behind Wen Xian was his fervent and broad chest. She just stared at her name on the paper, holding her breath slightly, her eyelashes trembling.
Some emotions inside her reached a peak.
You have to understand, an apartment in Beijing is something ordinary people can't afford even with a lifetime of hard work.
Although she earned a lot, how many were there like her in the country?
No matter what side business Lu Xiao had, his heart was devoted to rescue missions, and those sums of money were certainly not small to him.
Yet he gave her the very best he had.
The name was signed.
