"How are you responsible?"
The tone of voice without warmth made Jiang Dacheng roll his eyes inwardly. Damn, it's so fucking unlucky, it seems like it's not a simple thing...
"I'm sorry, I will clean it up for you." I can clean it up. Jiang Dacheng wrote the three words upside down. However, the necessary opening remarks of acknowledging the mistake are indispensable.
"One hundred million"
"Ah?" Jiang Dacheng suddenly looked up at the man speaking to him.
A well-tailored casual suit wrapped up his strong and thin body. At this time, he was leaning on the sofa, crossing his legs, lowering his chin with one hand, and tapping the glass table lightly and heavily with the other hand.
She wore many metal bracelets and rings on her hands, and her golden hair fell gently on her face, covering her eyebrows. And the eyes under the eyebrows are sharp and emotionless...