Fang Zhengrong subtly furrowed her brow, "Reporter Xi, Military Department's discipline still advises against addressing superiors by their names directly."
"Oh, I see..." Xi Luo's lips curled into a teasing smile, "Fine, thanks for the reminder."
And the consequence of Xi Luo's change in address immediately aroused Zong Zhan's vigilance.
After all, every time this woman caused trouble, she would call him Commander.
At eleven thirty, Xi Luo's phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, she leaned back in her chair and picked up, "Chief, what's up now?"
Fang Zhengrong's hands paused instantly, hovering in mid-air over the typewriter.
"Chief, is there something inappropriate about the way I address you?"
"Chief, do you perhaps have a persecution complex?"
"Chief..."
Zong Zhan couldn't take it anymore and rushed to the communication room, cutting off the call.
Fang Zhengrong, meanwhile, frowned and pursed her lips, some words were stuck in her throat, unable to say or not say.
