Which miss song is it?

Deep in the night, in the song Garden.

In the study.

The documents on the table were scattered messily.

Gong Chen was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and smoking. In the reflection, the blue veins on his forehead were moving in anger.

Yingluo, so in Gong Chen's eyes, I deserve to suffer all this and be schemed against?

Xuanji, Gong Chen, my heart is not made of iron ...

But you are!

The severe headache came again without any warning, causing him to subconsciously press his temples!

It was as if something was trying to break through his control!

He only came back to his senses after a long time.

His eyes darkly returned to the documents. What was recorded in them was exactly the same as what Lin xiaojiu had said in the president's office of song group today. Song Chenxi's aunt had indeed planned it out!

Gong Chen picked up his phone and made a call.