In the office, Zhang Yan jumped down from the desk, lowered her skirt to cover her white thighs, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
She casually picked up Zhou Zheng's cigarette, drew out one and lit it, exhaling slowly: "Tell me about Wu Qiangwei's situation."
Zhou Zheng put on his pants, feeling a bit weak in the waist and back.
These past few days, almost every night, he had sought out Zhang Yan, venting all his energy on her.
At middle age, how could one endure such exhaustion?
He sat down, took a sip of tea, and handed her the notice from the Pinghai City Public Security Bureau.
Zhang Yan raised her eyebrows, thought for a few seconds, and said, "She must have offended Secretary Xue."
Zhou Zheng nodded; from their position, they could roughly guess what was going on.
But the exact reason remained unknown.
However, that wasn't important.
The important thing was whether Wu Qiangwei could make a comeback.
"I suggest you wait." Zhang Yan said.
