C354 His Last Line

Shen Qing picked it up and rubbed it on the mud. The bright red mud looked very eye-catching and flamboyant. The small stamp was as heavy as a thousand kilograms. Shen Qing's hand that was holding it kept shaking in the air. After a few struggles, she finally put the stamp back into the box and left the office without looking back.

When Shen Qing walked out of the company door