Tiffany pushed the door open with Americano and fried chicken in her hands. She put them on the table and said, "I heard you didn't have breakfast in the company. Let's have breakfast together."
Clara was originally full of anger, but when she saw the Americano, her stomach growled. She unceremoniously opened the bag, took out a plastic glove, and put it on. She took a big bite without caring about her image. The chicken juice was running all over her mouth and smelled so good.
"What are you going to do about the negative news?"
She took a sip of the Americano. "Make a statement first, and then find an opportunity to send these things out."
"What?!"
Clara craned her neck to look at her phone. In the video, Venus did not get off the minivan, and the car began to shake. Anyone with a di
