Song Guanchao's reversal of roles put Qu Xiangru in a passive position.
She keenly felt Song Guanchao's fingers lingering at the door, rhythmically circling.
The signals of excitement coming from her body were fiercely suppressed.
Suppressing a fleeting panic, Qu Xiangru said coldly, "Do you think I came here unprepared and faced you alone with no backup?"
Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow and remained silent.
Prepared?
What else could she have prepared?
He didn't like being threatened, didn't like being ordered around by others.
When two strong opponents clashed, it was all about mindset and courage.
If she could go all out, so could Song Guanchao naturally.
He was just a junior secretary; if things escalated, it wouldn't be a loss to just replace an associate governor.
He had never really felt intimidated by anyone in psychological games.
"There are surveillance cameras here; everything you do to me is being recorded."
