When the plump, unfashionably dressed female director from Mango TV looked through her thick myopia glasses and saw that the visitor leading the group was none other than Zeng Jia,
the face that was already as wrinkled as an ugly orange peel instantly darkened so much it seemed water could drip from it.
With a sharp *clack*, she slammed the pen in her hand down onto the desk in front of her, crossed her arms over her chest, and fixed her eyes squarely on Zeng Jia.
Chapter 35