On the other side.
After the banquet ended, Chen Jun returned to the car with a face full of exhaustion, raising his hand to knead his aching forehead.
Lang Feng glanced at him through the rearview mirror from the driver's seat in front.
Since becoming mayor, Chen Jun had been in an extremely busy state.
Almost like a rapidly spinning top, working continuously for several days without rest was almost the norm.
In front of others, he had to always appear spirited and vigilant.
Only at this moment could he relax briefly.
Despite not wanting to disturb his rare rest, there was no choice but to ask reluctantly.
"Mayor Chen, should I take you home? Or back to City Hall?"
Chen Jun pinched his forehead without opening his eyes, "Back to City..."
Before finishing his words, he suddenly remembered seeing Huang Qichao and that Huang Ling at the banquet.
A thin, stubborn figure involuntarily appeared in his mind.
