This voice was particularly loud, and the tone sounded very intense.
It seemed to come surging in to settle accounts with Song Yi.
"Sir, you can't go in here, if you keep this up, we'll call the police." Someone was blocking, and this noisy sound reached Song Yi's ears.
The man frowned somewhat unpleasantly: "It seems President Song's company's security isn't very good."
"Anyone can come in and cause trouble."
Song Yi looked at this man and rolled her eyes inside.
Just knows how to make sarcastic comments.
She stood up, ignored the so-called artist coming to interview for a contract, stepped past him, and walked outside.
Didn't even glance at him.
The man looked at Song Yi's back, her figure delicate and small, yet just right, extremely capable of stirring a man's protective instincts.
He pulled up a trace of a smile, his eyes glimmering with shrewdness.
Song Yi opened the door and saw a man about twenty-something at the door constantly trying to rush inside.
