Club, Interview Room
The sun was warm, pouring in from the window. Jiang Jinsang basked in the sunlight, his cool white skin seeming to radiate a layer of warmth as he held a teacup, looking down to send a message, with a leisurely and lazy expression.
Just as he was about to bring the teacup to his lips, he suddenly heard an angry voice:
"If you're not prepared, just say so. If you don't know, you don't know. Don't pretend to understand."
After interviewing so many people, Jiang Chengsi's voice had become a bit hoarse. Even when slightly lowered, it would make people feel tense.
Jiang Jinsang raised his eyebrows:
What's up? So angry!
"What's going on with him?" Jiang Jinsang straightened up and turned to ask the person beside him in a low voice.
"Miss Xiao" gently pursed her lips: "He just asked about car racing, and this interviewee clearly knew nothing but still answered randomly. It seems that he really cares about racing."
