Dean Zhang and Wu Weiguo sat in the office.
"I say, Old Wu, this isn't your style. You're always running to me every couple of days to inquire about Jiang Xiaoxiao's situation. I've become your personal secretary. Why can't you ask the child directly? Haven't I heard that your two families are quite close, meeting her every day.
You could just ask her yourself, yet you specifically come to me. Honestly, I'm very curious, curious about what exactly your relationship with Jiang Xiaoxiao is! You say Jiang Xiaoxiao married into the Song family, and yet you and the Song family don't get along.
Your concern for this child is a bit too much; it's beyond a typical relationship between younger generations."
Dean Zhang was brimming with curiosity.
Wu Weiguo's mouth twitched slightly; he wasn't fond of smiling and was always serious, so even a little twitch was rare.
