"That doesn't sound like a big deal at all; how could it alarm Secretary Song?"
Ji Hongyu sat beside Zhou Qing, her hand landing on Zhou Qing's thigh, stroking it as she spoke.
Zhou Qing ignored her actions; this woman was always like this, reacting like a dog seeing a meat bun whenever she saw him—he was already used to it.
"Isn't that simple? You're so smart; can't you figure out the mystery here?"
Zhou Qing's hand also landed on Ji Hongyu's chest, pinching her large breasts through her clothes.
"Secretary Song has never liked Zhou Weining. Now that this has suddenly happened, he will naturally make good use of it to make a big fuss. Even a small matter is enough to drag Zhou Weining into the city's affairs—it's just for show to some people. After all, this can also be considered a stain on Zhou Weining's record which will need to be considered if there's any thought of promoting him in the future."
"I must say, Secretary Song's move is really cunning,"
