It wasn't because of the appearance fee. Meng Fu remembered that the director of 'star' didn't terminate her contract when she was being criticized all over the internet.
"Alright," he said. The car arrived at the parking lot. Su Cheng parked the car. I'll arrange the time.
Meng Fu put on his cap, holding a document bag in one hand and his phone in the other as he walked into the elevator.
At this time, the phone rang again.
It was still WeChat.
Those who had been with Meng Fu for a long time knew not to call her for no reason. Just WeChat would do.
She lowered her head and took a look. This time, it was not Zhao Fan or Yang Hua, but someone without a name tag. It looked like a Taoist temple ...
[ you brought Great White to Beijing? ]
[ it won't be acclimatized to the environment. ]
Meng Fu pinched the space between his eyebrows. It was just a broken goose. If she was convinced, why wouldn't it be?
