After many days, I met Si Qingqing again.
This woman's mental state is much better than the last time.
Looking at Song Guanchao, tall and handsome, Si Qingqing's eyes were complicated.
These days, she's been wondering what attitude she should have towards Song Guanchao.
To this day, there is still no exact position in her heart.
Superior and subordinate?
He's a secretary with a director rank, while she's in a superior position, a difference of two levels.
But the role of a secretary is inherently special within the system and cannot be measured by rank.
Lovers?
Although everything that should happen has happened between the two, they are clearly not lovers.
A simple exchange of interests?
After all, it was she who took the initiative that night.
Si Qingqing's gaze was a bit distracted, unable to help but recall the passion of that night.
She couldn't say whether she felt disgust or gratitude towards Song Guanchao, perhaps both.
