Liu Zhizhong was secretly displeased, but maintained a bright, sunny smile tinged with a cultured elegance.
"Is it really that funny, Secretary Zhang?"
"Yes, isn't it?" Zhang Hong blinked her bright eyes, laughing so heartily that her dimples seemed to deepen.
"Well, as long as you're happy. You look really pretty when you smile, like the flowers of spring. It's just a pity that no one has picked you yet, considering you're not getting any younger."
Having said that, Liu Zhizhong walked away debonairly.
Zhang Hong felt a moment of contentment at first, but her face changed as soon as she heard his last comment.
She opened her mouth to curse Liu Zhizhong, but he had already turned the corner and went upstairs to report back to Ma Xudong.
That bastard! Making it sound like I'm unwanted—how infuriating!
After handing over the documents to Ma Xudong, Liu Zhizhong was about to ask Lu Yuqing to take him to Office Section Two when, huh?
