C508 Faang Yaping's Final Trump Card!!

Faang Yaping shivered at the cold tone in Xi Guo'an's voice. Even though it was late April and the temperature in Lasthold was rising, making a light jacket sufficient, she felt as if she'd been thrown into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.

The chairman's words were more than just ordinary sarcasm and complaints. Over the years