After speaking, Lan Qianrong struggled to free herself from Xu Qianli's grasp, turned around, and, swaying her slender waist and rounded hips, left with a captivating ease.
Watching Lan Qianrong leave and recalling her words, Xu Qianli felt not a trace of excitement or joy in his heart.
He could faintly sense that, compared to Zhang Kuisan, Lan Qianrong might be even harder to deal with.
To urge him to work himself to the bone for her, she was even willing to promise him the kind of favor that included sleeping with him.
While called a favor, it felt more like an invisible whip to him.
If he failed to handle Zhang Kuisan, she probably wouldn't show an ounce of mercy, and kicking him to the curb would be putting it lightly.
Of course, as a secretary, shouldering worries for the leader and clearing obstacles from their path was to be expected.
Lan Qianrong asking him to smooth out some issues to pave the way for her governance in Jiang City wasn't unreasonable.
