the director looked at sun linfan with a complicated expression. " we're doing this for your own good. "
the producer was also looking at sun linfan and jin fuyao affectionately. in this case, it was better not to intensify the conflict, otherwise, they would die a terrible death.
unfortunately, jin fuyao and sun linfan did not understand what he meant, so they kept being aggressive.
suddenly, a cold and pleasant voice came from the door. " so? do you really have to kick our little darling out of this show?"
jin mingfeng crossed his arms in front of his chest. his face was much more mature than when he was younger, but he was still very good-looking, with the taste of time.
behind him were song junlin, jiang zhan, su qingyi, and a few others ...
a group of ancestor-level bosses, mr. qiqi, was standing at the door of this office. suddenly, the group of people in the office felt that the entire space seemed to have become cramped.
