Summer rain is silent in the morning. Mao has not appointed a candidate to go there. In other words, he is also busy, good or bad, but complaints to complain, since he was counted on by his family elder, he has to obey the fate.

"You know, just say hello there and say I'll be back in the afternoon." Pinching his eyebrows, Xia Yuchen found that he was becoming more and more calm, even not in a state of rampage.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you, but Vice President Xia, is that lady really difficult to tangle with?" Anna couldn't help asking that question curiously.

"Ha ha! Secretary An, I...