"No!" Zhou Hanliang, in a burst of excitement, threw himself on the Division Commander's desk, "Commander, you can't just abandon me like this, I've always followed you, how can you just shake me off like that?"
"Your current state is not suitable to continue as the political commissar. Wait until you're married and have children, then we'll talk," Zhou Mikang said expressionlessly.
"Commander..."
"Get out."
"Commander..."
Zhou Mikang put down the file and looked at him indifferently, "Do you want to be dismissed right now?"
"Swoosh!" Without another word, Zhou Hanliang quickly vanished from Zhou Mikang's office and appeared in Xu Zhenghong's office in the blink of an eye.
"Why are you here again?" Seeing him, Xu Zhenghong rubbed his forehead with a headache. "Don't run over here so often. Do you want Mikang to come after me?"