Sire was startled when he saw this: Could it be that at that time, he had also encountered Jiang Yan.
After Manman got out of the car, she was led into an office in the staff quarters building.
"I've brought the person," the person who escorted her announced at the door.
"Ah, come in, come in," a middle-aged man inside called out to Manman in a warm Hunan accent.
Manman hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.
The office was tidy and clean. On the shelves, there were rows of models, much like the preferences of the old leaders at her home.
"You must be Comrade Jiang Yan's wife, yes? Sit down!" Comrade Zeng invited her to sit and offered her some tea.
Manman hurriedly stood up and bowed: "Thank you."
"No, it's our fault here for not doing a good job, not working properly, not getting in touch with you in time, causing you wives at home to worry about your family members," Comrade Zeng said politely, leaving Manman somewhat at a loss.
"I wanted to ask, my husband is now at—"
