Song Chenxi’s face was as pale as paper at this time, standing behind the president’s desk like a taut bow, her fingers clasped on the table, and even the documents under her fingers were tightened and wrinkled, apparently trying her best to endure herself Angry.
“If you don’t give us a way to survive, you can’t even think about it!!!”
My aunt’s painful tears rushed wildly, but her mouth was still not idle for a while!
Alana narrowed her apricot eyes, and everyone who knew her knew that this was an expression of her extreme impatience.
“enough!”
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