When a company's BOSS asked a female artiste to accompany him to dinner, there was usually a conspiracy!
Most female celebrities suffered during dinner parties. F * ck. If the food they ate was tampered with and they suffered losses in the end, they could only swallow their anger, afraid that the matter would be exposed and affect their own stardom.
"Send the information to my email first." Mo Yancheng said.
"Alright," he said. As director Chen spoke, he sent the information along with other things over.
Mo Yanchen opened his laptop in the car and stared at the information with his eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong, brother Yi?" Mo Wen saw that his expression was not right and could not help but turn to ask.
"Look at this oil company, don't you find it familiar?" Mo Yanchen asked.
"I seem to have heard of it somewhere." Mo Wen said as he reached out for the notebook.
