sofa. Song Jiuzhou clapped his hands, and one program followed another.A group of ballet dancers gracefully and joyfully performed, their movements fluid and expressive.A magician came to the middle...After staying in Si Yechen's office for a while, Si Qingxi walked out of the Si Group gate, her face regaining its usual coldness and arrogance.

She was standing at the front door waiting for her driver when a priceless limousine pulled up in front of her. The person inside rolled down the window and spoke in a cold voice, "Si Qingxi, let's talk."

Si Qingxi's eyes held a coldness and disdain, her voice tinged with arrogance. "What qualifications do you have to speak to me"e facing the abyss.Song Qiao was so angry that tears streamed down her face, smoke coming out of her seven orifices. Gritting her teeth in hatred, she approached her and said, "So your biological pare...