C1149 Qualification

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"

In the small meeting room of the advertising department of the Marketing Department in Michan Mall, Manager Zheng smashed his phone to the ground with a blood-red face. He kept cursing. "Bastard! Bastard! You will die a horrible death..."

After cursing for a long time, Manager Zheng sat down on the chair, panting heavily. He murmured, "Damn it