In the office.
Wu Qiangwei regained her composure, but her eyes still held a hint of embarrassment.
Thinking about what had just happened, her brows furrowed subconsciously.
For a woman in politics, it was already harder than for a man, let alone for someone with such outstanding appearance and figure—it was akin to a lamb entering a wolf pack in the officialdom.
Over the years, she rose from grassroots and witnessed the darkest aspects of the bureaucratic world.
Had it not been for the care of her family elders, she would have been devoured to nothingness long ago.
Still, throughout these years, there had been many who had sought her out, openly and in secret.
From leaders fond of a pretty face to subordinates attempting to climb up the ladder by using her, they were as countless as the carps crossing the river.
She suddenly felt that maybe she shouldn't have accepted the old chief's recommendation.
Song Guanchao was certainly talented, decisive in action, capable.
