PREVIEW
... the entire conference room is reduced to a minimum, and everyone is not afraid to get angry, for fear that this anger will burn himself.
Xi Muqiao’s cold mouth, “Who did this month’s profit account?”
The head of the finance department stood up and stood up. The big sweat on his forehead ran down his cheeks. He owed his body. "President, yes, I did."
Xi Muqiao took the document and smashed it on his desk. He blinked. "Zhao, the profits of the statistics above, why aren't the ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























