In the president's office of the Luo Corporation.
Luo tianlin was frowning as he listened to his subordinate's report. When he turned his head, he saw a plane whizzing past the observation deck on the top floor outside the French window.
The little girl's colorful script suddenly appeared in his mind.
She placed great importance on her first film and had prepared for it for a long time.
Luo tianlin frowned, threw down his pen, picked up his personal phone, and quickly typed a message.
[ Lin Qi, how's the situation? ]
She did not receive a reply.
The Finance Manager, who was reporting, noticed President Luo's expression as he spoke.
He was far more impatient than usual. He picked up and put down the signature pen, the frown between his eyebrows never relaxing, and there was a Dark Tide in his dark eyes.
The Finance Manager held his breath and his mind was blank. the second half of the year, we, we ...
