Wang Jinseng looked at Jiang Xinyu, who seemed impervious to persuasion, feeling very angry inside.
Just then, the office door was knocked.
"Please come in."
Wang Jinseng was practically furious, feeling everyone was forcing him.
"So it's Vice Secretary Tao. You're really protective, aren't you? Everyone knows Vice Factory Director Jiang is your protege, and no sooner does she come to me than you show up."
"Haha, Director Wang, you're exaggerating. I'm just worried that Vice Factory Director Jiang is young and might do something out of line."
"Haha, how could she? The capability of Vice Factory Director Jiang is evident to everyone."
"Don't overpraise her; she's just an impulsive little girl."
Tao Juncheng, feeling at home, sat down nearby, a smile spread across his face.
Seeing this, Wang Jinseng knew he had no choice but to accept the situation.
