In the official circles of Jiang City, women who had offered their bodies to climb the ladder were nothing new to Xu Qianli, and Huang Ling was a typical example.
But Li Xiaoju was different. On the surface, she appeared as pure as water, seemingly naive and innocent without any scheming, presenting herself as a dumb sweet white lotus, while deep down her ambition was boundless. She would risk everything to rise up, even if it meant disregarding her own chastity and pride, ready to lure her prey with bait and then deliver a deadly blow. Xu Qianli had never seen such a woman before.
Such a woman, if used correctly, could become a sharp tool by his side.
When Li Xiaoju received Xu Qianli's invitation, she forced a small smile and said lightly, "Secretary Xu, you are mistaken. I am not the kind of woman you speak of. The only reason I offered myself to you was purely to apologize, not to scheme anything else."
Xu Qianli saw through Li Xiaoju and chuckled coldly.