Secretary Song defended, "It has nothing to do with Song Ci, it was Sheng who said it."
He held An Jia's thin hand and lowered his eyes, "Why didn't you tell me?"
His reaction upon hearing the news was quite unexpected.
After all, he seemed not at all agitated.
After Xia Yunsheng told him, he just mentioned it to the commander and came over after handling the formalities in advance.
He appeared particularly calm, An Jia said, "It's nothing serious. They're exaggerating! How's your work, are you done?"
"I don't want to think about work at the moment." Secretary Song said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I kind of miss you."
An Jia laughed.
Secretary Song said, "Let me hug you."
"Hmm." She leaned over, into his arms, feeling very reassured.
Secretary Song lowered his head and gently kissed the top of her head.
In his gentle eyes, at the angle she couldn't see, was overflowing sadness.
It was all because he wasn't good enough!
