Ling Feng was taken aback: "If you're not going to be the bureau chief, then what are you going to do?"
"Well, that's a secret!"
Zhang He smiled, turned down the stove to a simmer, and then said, "Let's go, sit in the living room!"
Ling Feng, still confused, followed him back to the living room, sat down and asked, "Just say it already, stop keeping us in suspense!"
"Why are you so curious?"
Zhang He gave him a sideways glance and then changed the subject: "By the way, did you bring the wine and tea? I'm all out here!"
"Didn't you just say yesterday that you were running low, how come you're out today?" Ling Feng asked, speechless.
"Who said that? Yesterday I meant I was running out, which is the same as being out!" Zhang He glared at him!
"Alright then!"
Ling Feng, feeling helpless, took out the items he had prepared in advance from his bracelet.
Seeing the tea and wine, Zhang He's eyes sparkled, and he was suddenly overjoyed.
