C85 Old Things

Mei Guanxi felt strange when she came out of Manager Lee's office. How could she say that she didn't like this good script?

She sat down in front of her desk gloomily. Her fingers drummed on the table and she stared blankly at her own design drafts.

"Xixi, the representative of Miss Su is here." Fal's expression was not good.

"Yes." Mei Guanxi put down the script and followed him out