Xin Rong walked into Lei Xi's small office. Recalling Zhang Kaiwen's big office, it was clear how much Lei Xi was not valued by the company.
Tracy raised her head from behind the desk and looked at her face, as if she was judging her. sit.
Xin Rong sat down on a small sofa by the wall and also sized up Lei Xi.
Tracy was in her forties and had a cold temperament, a little rigid. Looking at the decorations in the room, he was a serious and reliable person. This kind of person probably wouldn't force his artistes to sell their bodies like Kevin Zhang, but he had some tricks up his sleeve, so he didn't have to worry about being bullied by others.
Of course, Xin Rong didn't have to be afraid of being bullied.
I've looked at your work for the past two years, "she said. it's a waste of your golden years.
"Oh." So what if it was a waste? she wasn't the one who had wasted it. The original Xin Rong couldn't do anything about it.
