The man looked at Yang Baoguo: "Xiao Yang?"
"Yes... it's me, Commissar Zhou. I didn't know you were coming, my apologies for not welcoming you properly, my apologies indeed."
Yang Baoguo performed a complete 180-degree change of expression on the spot.
He looked at Commissar Zhou with a flattering smile.
He was desperately praying inside, hoping Commissar Zhou would let his previous words slide like passing gas and not take them seriously.
"Looks like you're doing well here, quite spirited."
Commissar Zhou reached out to pat Yang Baoguo on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Keep up the good work."
His face showed no signs of anger at all.
Yang Baoguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief inside; no wonder he's the commissar, look at his magnanimity, a leader with such broad-mindedness.
Zhang Dongmei was dumbfounded, never expected that the seemingly refined man was actually a commissar.
And she had just told the commissar to get lost; how bold of her.
