On Monday morning, Jiang Yiren, wearing flat shoes, found Song Guanchao.
"Secretary Song."
She no longer had her usual businesslike cold demeanor, with a faint smile on her face.
"Wait for me a moment."
Song Guanchao tidied up the documents and handed them to Zeng Li: "Please send these to Secretary Wu shortly, I'm heading out for a bit."
"Oh."
Zeng Li, resting her chin on her hand, watched the two leave with laughter, feeling somewhat unhappy.
Downstairs, they got into the car.
Song Guanchao headed straight for the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.
Jiang Yiren asked, "Did you call Director Feng?"
"No."
"What if he's not there when we get there?"
"Then we'll see."
Song Guanchao said, "You are now the leader of the Cultural Creation Team, you need to learn to adapt to your new role."
"Role? What kind of role does being a leader have?"
