Ming Ge, carrying a champagne-colored purse, drove up in her bright red Maserati and arrived at the base of the Gong Group building.
The System reminded her, "Stupid host, you have ten minutes left."
In its voice, there was a flavor known as "schadenfreude."
"..."
Ming Ge gritted her teeth.
She suspected this damn System was definitely playing her!
From Jinglan Capital to the Gong Group, even on the quickest route it takes an hour to drive, plus the essential steps of a refined girl getting ready, such as doing makeup and selecting clothes...
How could two hours be enough?
Ming Ge took a deep breath, got out of the car, closed the door, and stepped onto the stairs.
"Miss, hello, who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?" It was no surprise that she was stopped by the receptionist.
"No," Ming Ge replied obligingly, "I'll contact them now."
