Xiao Chifeng looked at her confident, smug, expression with a helpless sigh. "Alright! My wife, are you the modern Zhuge Liang, okay? I admire you!"
Shen Qingcong giggled, "You flatter me! You flatter me!"
As they finished chatting, Xiao Chifeng's phone also rang.
As soon as he saw it was a call from Ma Chuanyang, he answered immediately, "This is Xiao Chifeng, what's up?"
Mayor Ma, on the other end of the call, shivered at the coldness in Xiao Chifeng's voice. Even across the long telephone wire, he could easily feel the pressure emanating from Chifeng.
