"What brings Young Master Du to the Municipal Committee?" Bai Junhao asked directly.
Du Ziheng walked over to the sofa, casually seated himself on the leather sofa, spread his arms over the backrest, and sighed lightly, saying, "Mayor Bai, are you implying you're not welcoming me? I was bored so I came to find you."
"Why? With women buzzing around Young Master Du like flies, how could you be bored?" Bai Junhao glanced amusingly at the roguish Du Ziheng.
"Mayor Bai, those are mosquitoes buzzing." Du Ziheng corrected Bai Junhao's wording, then shook his head and sighed. He was in a particularly bad mood now and didn't feel like joking with Bai Junhao.
"Oh, has Young Master Du become impotent from nights of revelry? Can't stir interest in women anymore?" Ever since Du Ziheng came in, he looked dispirited, his complexion was poor, and seemingly bruised. Bai Junhao naturally linked it to that matter, "Didn't I tell you to be moderate? Careful not to let syphilis catch you."
