Hahaha, caught you red-handed again, little Qiqi. The way you dealt with me before is exactly how I'm going to handle you now.
Just as she was thinking this, Zeng Xiaoqi noticed the sneaky looking Chen, and immediately said openly:
"Yan Baobao, Siming said there's a place with amazing tripe, want to go have some?"
"No, no, I'm afraid my forehead is too shiny and will affect your eating and drinking... Also, I'm waiting to have pork knuckles tonight, you young folks go ahead with the tripe. My stomach can't handle it."
With that, she quickly headed to her office.
And Zeng Xiaoqi, smiling, said:
"When dealing with President Chen, you have to take the initiative if you want to have the upper hand... By the way, the fried noodles you made at noon were really good."
Qi Siming asked:
"Didn't get enough of the pork knuckle at lunch today? I saw you just had a few bites, how about I make it for you again?"
Zeng Xiaoqi shook her head:
