"What are you thinking?" Xu Qigang glared at him, "All right, I know about this now. Remember to call her sister-in-law in the future."
"Yes, Captain!" Chen Yingjie was an absolute fan of Xu Qigang, trusting and obeying him completely.
"Let's go, let's have lunch this afternoon!" Xu Qigang's expression remained unchanged, but the chill in his eyes was terrifying.
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At night, the lights were still on in the bedroom of a detached house in the courtyard.
Su Yun wore silk pajamas that could only be bought with foreign currency, her glossy long hair casually draped behind her. She held a collection of Tagore's poetry, unable to continue reading.
From behind the desk opposite her, Meng Xingzhi, who had been concentrating on reading documents, hadn't heard her turn the pages for a long time and looked up, "Are you worried about something?"
"Did I hear that the General Union Dance Troupe performed very poorly this time?" Su Yun asked with a frown.