In a hospital ward, standing in front of Qian Hengtong's bed was a person who looked like a secretary in his thirties, clearly more composed.
After all, too many leaders' decisions these days were thought up by their secretaries.
"Director, no matter what, Bai Xue is a public figure, taking actions against her rashly might blow things up," the secretary said cautiously.
"What's there to fear!"
Qian Hengtong glared, the sight of his Blood Gourd-like head truly intimidating: "She's just a little girl with no background, even if something does happen, the company behind her will smooth things over for us. They wouldn't dare offend me over a woman."
As an old hand in officialdom, Qian Hengtong knew well the trades of power, and he was even more confident in the power he held in his hands.
