1782,You dare to ignore me?
"But she is in a meeting right now, would you mind waiting a moment?"
An Luobai's face darkened, looking around the studio disdainfully: "Just a small studio like this, what kind of meeting could be worth holding?"
Listening to his tone, seeing him take off his hat and mask, someone quickly recognized him: "Are you Mr. An?"
"That's right, since you know it's me, hurry up and get Mu Anran out here!"
Hearing his arrogant tone, the employees in the studio were utterly unimpressed by him.
If it weren't for his rashness, Mu Anran wouldn't be so overwhelmed.
The whole studio has been cleaning up his mess for the past two weeks, and he hasn't shown a shred of gratitude; instead, he struts around here arrogantly.
An old saying indeed holds true: never judge a book by its cover!
That An Luobai is all show and no substance!
