When she got back tonight, she had to call him as soon as possible. She had to hold on to him tightly. When her jinghang was promoted to the Section Chief in the future, he might transfer her to the first art and cultural group. Then, she could stand at the top of the food chain.
Well, it's decided then.
Song ran counted the clothes that she needed. The lady who could not lift her arms and shoulders was covered with clothes. The cart she was pushing was also filled with clothes. She looked extremely disheveled.
The driver was a middle-aged man with a greasy face. He was eloquent with his words, but his hands never moved. When he saw song ran walking over with difficulty, he leaned lazily on the driver's seat and smoked. He said, " young lady, put all these clothes in the trunk and count them. Don't leave anything behind. The main character today is not to be trifled with.
