East Sea.
Tianci Capital's core-level exclusive small meeting room.
Fang Qing walked in, high heels, women's suit, still with long black straight hair, but perhaps due to the environment, vastly different from the laid-off workers' compound in Sha City, at this moment she gave an impression of being dignified, wise, intellectual, and even with a hint of...
Ruthlessness.
The moment he heard the sound, Jiang Chen almost reflexively knew who it was. Seeing Qing Mei walk in real and genuine, he was shocked, but at the same time, certain questions suddenly became clear.
No wonder Luo Peng was so mysterious yesterday.
No wonder Li Shuru was hesitant.
