"Hey..."
"Hello, District Chief Song."
"And you are?"
"My name is Zhou Jun, Zhou Xin is my son."
Zhou Jun laughed cheerfully, "District Chief Song, are you free this afternoon?"
"No, I'm not."
"..." Zhou Jun was dumbfounded, wondering why this person wasn't playing by the rules.
People say you don't hit a smiling face, but Song Guanchao seemed indifferent to this principle.
"District Chief Song..."
"I'm quite busy here."
After Song Guanchao finished, he hung up the phone. Turning back to Wu Yun, he suddenly noticed she was crying.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the tablecloth.
Her slender shoulders trembled silently.
Watching this, Song Guanchao felt a pang of heartache. He moved his chair closer and stroked her hair, "Why are you crying? I'm just taking a position somewhere else, not going off to war."
"Lingjiang and the Provincial City are so close; I can come back whenever I want."
