Given Yang Anna's background, finding Nie Zhenbang, a clear target, especially when Nie Zhenbang did not intentionally hide his tracks, was rather easy.
Outside the conference hall of Chuncheng Spring Guesthouse, as Nie Zhenbang just stepped out, Yang Anna promptly rushed over, her hands tightly coiling around Nie Zhenbang's neck. Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart. The refreshing scent wafting from Yang Anna's breath startled Nie Zhenbang.
In this era, it is not like the future where suspenders roam the streets. In the future, kissing in the street would no longer be a rare occurrence. However, at present, such public displays of affection indeed send shockwaves.
As the leaders of Caiyun Provincial Party Committee from various places exit the conference hall one by one, they cast sidelong glances over.
