In Xiang city, Luo tianlin was just about to leave the VIP waiting room and board the plane when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He glanced at Chen Xin, who was in charge of holding a laptop.
"Hand it over."
Chen Xin was stunned for a moment before he quickly handed the laptop over.
After the business class had settled down, Luo tianlin opened the notebook, but he threw it away in dissatisfaction after a second.
"Where's the music player?"
Chen Xin was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.
Boss, you're no longer the desperate man who read the contract on the plane!
"Is it Madam's variety show? You can just open it. Oh, do you need me to help you get a VIP? You can use the VIP Gold tone when you speak."
Luo tianlin squinted at him.
Chen Xin was taken aback by the cold, and his voice trembled as he replied, " well ... I can even use Madam's profile picture to speak ..."
