"Sun Qian, what are you busy with?"
Upon arriving at the village committee, Zhang Xiaowei felt as if he were returning to his own home.
He casually greeted and lifted the door curtain to enter.
In the room, Sun Qian was irritable because of the scorching summer heat.
She was holding a stack of newspapers, fanning herself towards her open neckline.
When she suddenly heard Zhang Xiaowei's voice, she jumped in shock.
With a start, she hurriedly reached for the mobile phone on the table.
Seeing her flustered appearance, Zhang Xiaowei couldn't help but laugh and tease, "I thought you were busy with work every day, but it turns out you're just slacking off."
Sun Qian huffed angrily and, holding her neckline tightly, scolded without a good temper, "You scared me by coming in without giving a proper greeting."
"Who says I didn't greet you? Didn't I just call for you? It's you who were so engrossed in the TV series that you didn't hear me, right?"
