"That doesn't sound like you."
After several uninvited guests had left, Lu Xiang suddenly spoke up at the dining table.
Song Lan's promise indeed put an end to the spread of negative energy at the table, allowing both Yaku and Jasmine to trust him more.
Who wouldn't want a good leader in charge, especially below the rooftop?
Yet, this expectation was far from the current reality within the United Government workplaces, where the prevailing principle was that the subordinates' merits belonged to their superiors, and the superiors' faults were the subordinates'.
For a long time, this Dumb Bird had fully embodied the current atmosphere, adhering to the principle that if the sky were to fall, a supervisor would handle it.
Lu Xiang's eyes were sharp, "When have I ever seen you be this proactive? Do you think I'm easy to talk to, so you're trying to muddle through?"
