Xiao Furen rode his bicycle with his wife's arms wrapped around his waist. As he pedaled hard, shielding her from the wind, he ranted to her about all the bizarre things that had happened at the auditorium that afternoon.
"You have no idea, that Wang Yueling is a real piece of work. For such a large-scale gala, she didn't even hold a meeting with the staff beforehand to clarify everyone's duties. Everything was assigned randomly on the spot. If she was short-handed, she'd just grab whoever was nearby, like she was press-ganging soldiers. It didn't matter if it wasn't your area of expertise. If she told you to do it, you had to do it. If she told you to get on it, you had to know how. So domineering."
