Leave of absence (2)

He stood up, and his legs moved the chair, making a creaking sound.

"You came at the right time. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief." He looked as if he had escaped from death, his hand still holding a fountain pen.

"I've been delayed by these official business these days, ah, really!" When he said this, he was a little angry.

"Cao Zeng, that cunning old man, is really full of evil tricks. You specifically picked this place to fight and damage things."

He seemed to have found someone to complain to. isn't it just a few broken tables? The higher-ups just had to make a mountain out of a molehill to torture me and send me all sorts of messy documents for me to sign."

Song qingxiao listened to his complaints, as if he had accumulated a stomach full of resentment.

She wasn't interested in the gossip of the reserve team at first, but there was a curious tanwen, so she had some understanding of this.