"Why are you here?"
Song Guanchao walked around the desk, looking at Wu Yun, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and felt a rare sense of guilt.
"Why, not welcome?"
Wu Yun gave a soft hum, brushed past him, pulled out a chair, and sat down, saying, "Secretary Tan asked me to see you."
"Secretary Tan?"
Song Guanchao was taken aback, eyes wide: "You've been transferred to Jiangzhou?"
Seeing the surprise on his face, Wu Yun wrinkled her cute little nose and answered, "Uh-huh."
"When were you transferred here?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Song Guanchao asked a series of questions and then slapped his forehead: "Have you eaten?"
"It's only ten-thirty, what to eat."
"Well, then sit for a bit; I'll order some milk tea."
Song Guanchao grabbed his phone and ordered two cups of milk tea, while Wu Yun took the opportunity to look around his office.
Looking here, touching there, like a curious baby.
