The secretary bent over and earnestly requested:
"Our work is far from mature; we lack guidance from the director, inevitably making mistakes and stumbling into pitfalls."
Mo Qihuan, wearing a sweater, trousers, and slippers, resembled a retired old man relaxing at home. He focused his eyes on the green plant, contemplating from which direction to trim the messy branches and leaves.
"What's the word from the Governor's Mansion?"
After a long while, Mo Qihuan asked, just as the secretary's back began to ache slightly.
"Everything is calm at the Governor's Mansion. The Lord Governor didn't even show up for this commendation ceremony, likely not appearing in the future either."
The secretary carefully considered and answered.
"Then I'll continue resting at home."
Mo Qihuan said.
