Liu Zhizhong felt displeased inside but wore a brilliant and sunny smile, exuding a refined, scholarly charm.
"Is it really that funny, Secretary Zhang?"
"Yes, isn't it?" Zhang Hong blinked her bright eyes and laughed, her dimples deepening in the process.
"Well, as long as you're happy. You really do look beautiful when you laugh, like the flowers of spring. It's a shame such a grown woman hasn't been picked yet."
Having said that, Liu Zhizhong stylishly took his leave.
Zhang Hong initially felt pleased, but her expression darkened immediately when she heard the latter part.
She was about to curse Liu Zhizhong, but he had already turned the corner, heading upstairs to report back to Ma Xudong.
This bastard, making it sound like nobody wants me—so infuriating!
After Liu Zhizhong handed over the documents to Ma Xudong, he was just about to ask Lu Yuqing to take him to Secretariat Section Two, when—oh?
There was a new contact request on WeChat. Upon opening it, ha!
