Threatened

"Half a month then." Ji Wanzhou raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Qingge. There was displeasure and threat in his voice, "After half a month, we must end our shift at 6 PM."

Meng Qingge raised her eyebrows. Half a month's time was enough for her to finish filming the entire movie. She smiled and replied, "Alright."

This was equivalent to agreeing to Ji Wanzhou.

Half a month passed. Coincidentally, it was fifteen days.

Meng Qingge killed her son in the drama of an ancient costume palace melodrama.

Tonight was the Green Killing Banquet.

Ji Wanzhou originally went to the hotel with Meng Qingge, but something happened at the company and he had to go back.

Meng Qingge looked at Ji Wanzhou's troubled expression and chuckled, "Quickly go to the company! "I don't have anything to do here, the company's business is more important. You can't be an idiot just because you're beautiful and mistook the country."