When I was dressing up as the vicious female supporting character who humiliated the heroine in the story of Mr. Ba, the system told me that I could go home as long as I finished the plot.
I turned around and threw the contract in the president's face: "The payment is 30 million per month, otherwise I will immediately make your little white heroine famous."
The CEO looked at the most-searched peach scandal and sneered: "Are you sure you want to flatter her?"
I lowered my head and swiped the bank card payment message: "No, I am teaching you what real capital operation is."
