Song Guanchao's reaction was within President Xie's expectations.
He hurriedly stood up, grabbed Song Guanchao's hand, and spoke earnestly: "Director Song, please calm down and let me explain slowly."
Song Guanchao was just putting on a show. Hearing this, he smoothly sat back down, pretending to glare at him in anger.
Seeing him sit down, President Xie knew he was deliberately putting on airs.
"Director Song, I'll punish myself with a drink first, then explain to you."
President Xie grabbed the liquor pot and downed it in one go. The fiery baijiu twisted his expression.
He put down the cup, a flush rising on his face.
"This afternoon I contacted Chairman Qiao's secretary and only then learned that Chairman Qiao fell ill and is in the hospital on an IV drip."
"It's not that she didn't want to call you, it's because of her health."
"Oh? She's sick?" Song Guanchao's expression softened a lot, as if he believed the excuse.
