Sang Qiao touched the sloppy yet elegant handwriting on the paper, feeling a bit unsure, she looked up at the man, "Is this… my handwriting?"
"Try writing," Si Chenli pulled a blank piece of paper from beside him and placed it next to her.
Sang Qiao nodded and began to write the characters "Sang Qiao" on the paper, realizing that the handwriting was indeed identical to that on the contract, which left her feeling both unfamiliar and surprised.
She held the pen, unsure of how to face her chaotic memories.
"I'll have Meng Jiahe come over to chat with you, and pick you up after work to go home, is that okay?" Si Chenli saw the confusion in her eyes and suggested gently.
"Okay."
Just as Si Chenli was about to step away, Sang Qiao suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, her clear eyes staring intently at him, "Do you really have time to pick me up after work?"
"Definitely," Si Chenli chuckled softly.
