"My identity?" Jiang Man raised her eyebrows, a hint of a smile on her lips.
The smile was laced with three parts mockery and seven parts coolness.
Her whole presence was commanding, her voice deep and boundless.
Although she was smiling, it sent chills down one's spine, as if one had provoked King Yanluo himself.
With a casual lift of her pen, she could seemingly decide the fate of life and death on the Book of Life and Death.
"Dr. M, is this identity sufficient to clear up all your doubts?"
The girl was still smiling, a smile that pierced to the bone.
"What identity as Dr. M?" the short-haired girl looked confused.
Jiang Man became a bit irritated, tapping her fingers heavily on the conference table, the rhythm becoming very fast.
"I am Dr. M," she said.
Her voice did not fluctuate at all, but it was full of penetrating power.
The conference room was silent for a long while.
"What? Li... Auntie, you..."
