"Sis." Ning Yichen spoke, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness.
Ning Ruixin finally stopped, turned back to look at him, and laughed, "Oh my, isn't this our Secretary? You came back quite early today."
"You've already become a candidate; how could I still be a Secretary?" Ning Yichen resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Of course, if you really got lucky and became President, then I might consider serving you."
Ning Ruixin wiped her sweat with a towel and laughed heartily, "How's that, isn't it surprising?"
Ning Yichen held back, finally asking the question that everyone was incredibly puzzled by: "Does the Min Party have no one else?"
Ning Ruixin sat on the bench in the yard, her legs casually stretched out, "Oh, we certainly have people in the Min Party, but they can't beat me."
Ning Yichen couldn't help but roll his eyes.
