Wu Yulin really did not see him. In other words, he was so angry that he did not have the energy to notice such a person walking over.
Tang Chao rubbed his chin and walked into the office of the mayor. Just as he stepped in, he took a step back in an exaggerated manner.
“Rui, were you bombarded by terrorists just now?”
Look at the mess on the ground. How could the office of the mayor of a city be as clean and tidy as it was?
The dignified mayor of S actually had a wound on his face. His suit jacket was torn, his shirt buttons were almost finished, and his tie was hanging loosely and tenaciously around his neck. It looked comical.
Feng churui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up calmly from the ground. He glanced at the sofa that was still in good condition. “Feel free to sit.”
After saying that, he walked to his desk and picked up the phone to ask Secretary Wu to call the cleaner to come in and clean it up. He also wanted to buy a coffee table.
