"President?" Secretary Hao hesitated and asked twice. Qi Hao just looked back at him.

"what's up?"

"I think you're in a good mood these two days. Is anything good going on?" After several days of job transfer, Qi Hao and he were not so familiar, and occasionally talked about topics other than work.

Qi Hao feels his chin, is it so obvious?

"it's not a good thing to be too sensitive, young man." He got up and patted the Secretary on the shoulder and took a bottle of red wine out of the cupboard.

I'm almost tired and want to taste wine. I don't believe it if there's no good...