A pair of eyes glared deathly at Wu Qing, as if they wanted to gobble him up.
"Wu Qing, if you're going to investigate, why resort to personal attacks?"
Wu Qing found her angry look amusing. Leaning forward, he stared intently at her furious face.
"Hey, I'm telling you, Comrade Sun Qing, it was He Yizhe who attacked you. Aren't you mistaking the person?"
Swallowing hard, Sun Qing tried to calm her emotions and, with a huff, set down the documents, angrily looking at him.
"Fine, forget I said anything. What else do you need to understand about me? Hurry up, I don't want to waste time with you."
She was anxious, but Wu Qing was not.
With a carefree laugh, he leaned over further, placing his palm on Sun Qing's hand. As she glared at him, he slowly lifted and moved her hand away, pulling an A4 paper marked with red lines from underneath a pile of documents and slid it to her slowly.
"Take a look, how well is this poem written?"
