C51 You're so Bad

The office door was tightly shut.

An Di, who was sitting in front of Jiang Yansheng, frowned. The pen in his hand poked at his face that was full of collagen, but he didn't make a sound. He had a look of bitter hatred.

After a long while, he tapped his pen on the paper and squeezed a piece of paper in his hand. He then winked at Jiang Yan Sheng. "Jiang