"It's Miss Bai," said Secretary Zhang, feeling a toothache just uttering those few words.
What madness had Bai Zhuzhu succumbed to this time? After so many instances, she still hadn't learned what rules meant.
Moreover, with the mess she had made this time, luckily Wang Zhen had been drained by his indulgences in alcohol and women, rendering him incapable; he could only resort to underhanded methods for comfort and solace.
But, when Secretary Zhang thought of Cheng Zhiwei's distressing state, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, such torment was no different from humiliation.
Smoke rose from his fingertips, blurring Zhou Lin's expression.
Who knows how long had passed before Zhou Lin coldly gave his order, "Bring her here."
Secretary Zhang bowed in response, "Yes."
An hour later, Bai Zhuzhu arrived. Seeing Zhou Lin, she immediately approached with a flirtatious laugh and reached out to grab Zhou Lin's arm, "Brother Lin, did you want to see me?"
