The first time Song Guanchao met Wu Qiangwei that morning, he felt her reaction was very off.
Would a person who ousted a Vice Mayor on his first day in office, a person who came to Lingjiang City with a mission to reorganize the official scene, care about whether or not she was reporting to authority beyond her rank?
Moreover, although Wu Qiangwei verbally scolded him for following her and talked about calling the police...
She didn't pick up her phone.
And her emotions remained calm from beginning to end.
It was as if she had anticipated another contact with him.
It seemed his speculation was correct; Wu Qiangwei's indifferent attitude that morning was indeed due to the inappropriate occasion.
And now, the occasion was right.
After speaking, Song Guanchao calmly met her gaze.
Wu Qiangwei's icy look gradually softened, and the corners of her lips, painted with lip color, gently curled up.
