It was Friday, and I went to Xu Zhuan early in the morning to report on the Bincheng Business Conference. Then I returned to my office in July of Song Dynasty. Before I think about it, Shao Fei thought about her slipping away in the middle of the banquet, and was annoyed again. "Manager Song!" Can you have some professional ethics? Don't always go halfway!"

Shao Fei has a feeling that he hates iron and cannot be made of steel. In July, Song admitted repeatedly that he was wrong. "I know it's my fault. If this happens again, I'll let you scold me and never fight back."

"I'm too lazy...