Both people turned their heads and saw Song Guanchao. Secretary Sun was not at all flustered; the hand that had been reaching toward her chest settled on her shoulder and gave it a pat.
"That's right, Director Xu, it's not often I treat someone to dinner, and you're really not giving me any face, are you?"
Then, he turned to Song Guanchao, "Brother Song, I was just about to find you. You're free tonight, aren't you? Join us?"
"Sure."
"Then it's settled."
Secretary Sun turned to Xu Xin, "Director Xu, look, Brother Song is going. It's not nice for you to refuse like this."
Xu Xin bit her lip gently, fuming inside, her bosom rising and falling in agitation.
She glanced at Song Guanchao and said, "Secretary Song, I really have something tonight. Next time, let me treat both of you. Okay?"
Her tone was somewhat pleading.
A secretary to the City Secretary, a full-time secretary to the City Committee—she couldn't afford to offend either.
