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Southwest Entertainment's top office.
Shen Ruchu, as always, sat in the boss's chair, pressing her temples with her index finger from time to time to relieve stress. Her elbows rested on both sides of the chair. Her assistant standing next to her could clearly feel that her boss's frequency of rubbing her head was increasing, and her temper was getting worse. The assistant dared not even breathe out loud as she stood there.
"How are things at VG?" When Shen Ruchu mentioned the first two letters, she said it through gritted teeth, her eyes fierce.
Ever since she got on several hot searches a few days ago, she had been receiving calls from various plastic surgery hospitals for weeks, all offering her various plastic surgery packages. It was so annoying that she couldn't stand it.
That damn girl.
"Ms. Shen, VG hasn't fallen yet..." The male assistant also answered very cautiously at this moment.
