Fang Tiancheng did not directly agree or reject him. Instead, he gave a perfunctory response. In his opinion, if he could not even do such a small thing well, how could he ask him to put in a good word for him in front of the old leader? Is he dreaming? What is he thinking?! Even if I want to recommend someone to the old leader, I won't not find an idiot!
After he left, the chief heaved a sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. The back of his shirt was drenched. Even though there was a cold draft coming from the air conditioner, he did not feel cold at all. He almost… almost lost his position!
