After Song Guanchao left, Wu Qiangwei suddenly felt a bit irritable.
She took out a box of ladies' cigarettes from the drawer, lit one, and frowned intensely.
Song Guanchao's performance made her feel like she couldn't control him.
Like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, it could lose control at any moment, slipping from her grasp.
Although he was very capable, she didn't like this feeling of being out of control.
She also thought about Song Guanchao taking leave to visit Secretary Xu in the provincial capital.
She hadn't contacted Secretary Xu yet and didn't know what Song Guanchao had said to him.
"Is there something he couldn't tell me?"
Wu Qiangwei felt somewhat dissatisfied and sensed that Song Guanchao didn't trust her enough.
Outside.
Song Guanchao was deep in thought.
His recent words were not spoken in a moment of impulsiveness and had nothing to do with personal grudges.
