In the general manager's office of Tianyuan Media, Liu Qing and Qin Kun were waiting for Ding Yun's results.
He Feng sat there, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
However, his slightly trembling legs betrayed his true thoughts.
Although he had the lofty consciousness of sacrificing himself for his family, he couldn't help but feel afraid when he thought about spending the rest of his life in prison.
The only thing worth celebrating was that he was a middle-aged bald greasy man. Even if he went in, he could avoid some hardships.
She wouldn't go in like a chrysanthemum under the fence and come out like a sunflower.
The waiting time was boring. Liu Qing took out his phone and started watching a movie.
Coincidentally, the movie he was watching was called Prison Storm.
As he read, he commented to Qin Kun,
