Song Guanchao knew what she meant by "blocked," which was that she'd ignore him from now on.
He suddenly felt a bit like laughing.
Qu Xiangru could only use this harmless threat to intimidate him.
He drove into the City Committee compound and parked outside the small villa where Qu Xiangru lived.
He went up and knocked on the door. Within a couple of seconds, Qu Xiangru opened it.
This was the first time he'd ever entered where Qu Xiangru lived.
These small villas were all quite old, with outdated decor but of good quality.
Qu Xiangru took a bottle of soda water from the fridge, placed it on the coffee table, and then sat on a single-seater sofa: "Go ahead."
Song Guanchao could sense that she was intentionally distancing herself from him.
He felt rather speechless. Was there really a need to be so guarded against him?
I'm not some bad guy.
"I received a call today."
