The Ginsengfruit put away its previously agreeable demeanor and glanced at the old woman: "Can we still sign the contract now?"
The old woman knew she hadn't misjudged; even at this moment, these people still wanted to sign the contract.
Ming Yue and her daughter finally had a way out.
"Yes, yes, my son already called people over. If these people hadn't suddenly appeared, we would've signed it by now."
The old woman, being quite shrewd, realized these tenants weren't ordinary and immediately became assertive herself.
The middle-aged man, now completely disheveled and despite his great dissatisfaction upon hearing the Ginsengfruit's words, dared not speak up anymore.
"Alright, all irrelevant people, get out!"
The Dragon Spirit finally withdrew its pressure, and the middle-aged man instantly felt the heavy burden on him disappear.
He quickly got up, turned around, and ran off with his people as if another moment's delay would cost him his life.
