The alcohol stand.
Jiang Cheng occupied the center with an air of dominance and authority.
Matsuboto stood opposite her.
Matsuboto, who should have been in a leading position, now resembled an ancient courtier.
"Translator Jiang, shouldn't you be working now?"
Seated securely, Jiang Cheng glanced at Matsuboto with a puzzled look.
"Mr. Matsuboto, what do you mean by that?"
"You're the one who insisted that I sit down? I already said I didn't want to sit…"
Speaking, Jiang Cheng stood up, gazing at Matsuboto with a hurt expression, and spoke first, "Mr. Matsuboto, no need for more words. In the end, my sincere heart was wasted, and my passion was in vain!"
After finishing, Jiang Cheng walked past Matsuboto.
She swore.
She heard Matsuboto grinding his teeth.
Jiang Cheng: With this level of composure, not too great!
She only used half of her capability.
Jiang Cheng walked past Matsuboto in feigned grievance, then suddenly turned back.
