"Alright, I will go in a bit," Sang Qiao said as she walked, and soon ascended the stairs.
The news that Sister Qiao had come to the office spread quickly, and due to the notice issued yesterday, no male artist dared to act recklessly.
"Okay, I'll reply to the other party right away and arrange the time," the middle-aged woman quickly went to deal with it.
Sang Qiao, on the other hand, continued to work in her office. It wasn't long before the door was suddenly knocked on, "Come in."
The door opened, and a young girl in her early twenties walked in. She was exceptionally beautiful and delicate, and she spoke gently, "Sister Qiao, I've made you some coffee."
"Mm, just put it down," Sang Qiao replied indifferently, not refusing.
Even though she didn't drink it.
"Ah..." As the girl held the coffee wanting to place it on the table, she suddenly spilled it all over herself, and she was wearing relatively thin clothes.
