Ji Mingzhe's hand that was holding the coffee trembled, and the remaining coffee spilled onto his suit pants.
It was a mess.
"President Ji! President Ji, are you alright?" The assistant was shocked and quickly ran to get a tissue to wipe him.
However, Ji Mingzhe pushed him away and looked in a certain direction on the stage with a burning gaze. He seemed to be in disbelief ...
"President Ji ... President Ji ..."
"Shut up!"
Ji Mingzhe's gaze seemed to have taken root.
Ji Mingzhe only came back to his senses after all the artistes had left the stage."Resume! Give me your resume!"
"Ah?" The assistant was confused, thinking that he wanted Lin Shuya's resume, so he quickly found Lin Shuya's resume and handed it to him.
Ji Mingzhe only glanced at it and threw it aside."It's not her. Find the resumes of the eight people on the stage and give them to me!"