On the 88th floor of the Star Track Entertainment Building, the neon outside the holographic mimic window resembles flowing toxic pigments.
The air conditioner was turned on too much, and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on the exposed skin.
Xi Wei did not reach out to rub it, but maintained a sitting posture with her back straight, her eyes falling on the suspended electronic light screen in front of her.
In the center of the light screen, a conclusion was written in dazzling red bold font: [Comprehensive Business Value Assessment: Return to Zero].
A hand with mirrored nail polish reached over, closed the report that would give any artist a heart attack, and pushed an electronic agreement in front of Xi Wei.
The owner of the finger is Lin Manni. She sprayed an overly strong synthetic gardenia perfume today, which was so sweet that it made people sick to their stomachs.
Sign it, Weiwei.
There was no trace of regret in Lin Manni's tone, but instead a certain lightness that the dust had settled. Now the whole Internet is laughing at your old-fashioned acting style.
