Chu Xiao'e picked up a document and handed it to him.
When Song Guanchao took it, he noticed Chu Xiao'e hadn't let go.
Looking up, he saw her staring at him.
"Flattery and sycophancy, stopping at nothing to climb the ranks, ha, our newly appointed Secretary Wu really has an insightful vision and a divine knack for selection!"
The sarcastic and discontent tone was unmistakable, even to a deaf person.
What puzzled Song Guanchao was, I don't even know you, what's with the sarcasm right off the bat?
With a veiled barb, Song Guanchao retorted, "They say leaders select secretaries just like themselves; Secretary Xu truly embodies Secretary Chu's profound teachings."
A flicker of cold light flashed through Chu Xiao'e's eyes, and suddenly she raised her hand to slap him.
Smack!
Song Guanchao caught her wrist, stepped forward, pressing her step by step until she was backed up against the desk.
Her perky, plump buttocks pressed against the edge of the desk with nowhere to retreat.
