Bich Quyen's face did not change, she still leaned back, comfortably tapping her fingers on the table. She seemed to be waiting for something, but it wasn't there. Minh Hong simply objected to her like that, and the reason, there was no explanation. Act before thinking, hands are faster than brains. Ten years on, nothing has changed, Bich Quyen thought.
"Too much? If you look at last year's figures, "Flowers in the Night" has sold over a hundred million copies worldwide."
At this time, Bich Quyen sat up straight, leaning on the table. The corner of her lips curled up slightly, but her eyes were cold. Just looking at her eyes, making people feel, shouldn't provoke her at this time.
But Minh Hong doesn't think so, she needs to prove her ability. If she wants to take down Bich Quyen, she needs to show more like this. Therefore, Minh Hong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and spoke stiffly.
