The name Jiang Mo sounds familiar.
"Rong Luchi's brother, the clean, handsome and proud one."
"Who cares about him?" Zhou Mianmian put the breakfast away and said to Song Wanwan, "It's time to have breakfast."
Zhou Mianmian said this, picking up a glass of milk and taking a sip.
"He's the boss of your company. Almost all news companies are owned by him."
"Poof!" Zhou Mianmian spat out a mouthful of milk in shock.
"Oh my god! I can't tell. I thought he was just a loser!"
Zhou Mianmian immediately recalled the character Jiang Mo.
The first time I saw him, it seemed like I scolded him to death.
"Gudong!" Zhou Mianmian took a tissue and wiped her mouth, her heart pounding.
"There are so many hidden talents around Rong Luchi. Aren't all the rich second-generations prodigals these days? Why is it that when it comes to them, each one is so powerful?"
Zhou Mianmian began to doubt her life.
"That's called hiding it."
Suddenly, Zhou Mianmian fell into deep thought: "Do you think ordinary people can really be a match for these men?"
This question was asked to Song Wanwan.
She was holding the phone, but suddenly her hand paused.
A helpless smile appeared on that pretty little face: "Probably not. No one has better wrists than them."
They are not powerful, they are terrifying.
His abilities, background, and skills are all beyond the imagination of ordinary people like them.
Zhou Mianmian sighed inwardly and looked at her best sister with heartache.
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