Song ran was in a daze. The Secretary who was standing at the door looked at her nervously.'Silly girl, why are you still standing there when there's a pie in the sky?'
Mrs. Fu sat down on the leather sofa and looked up at her, her voice calm. "What's wrong? You're not happy?"
Song ran seemed to have woken up from a dream and jumped up immediately. I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm so happy. I'm a hundred times happy, ten thousand times happy.
The Secretary burst out laughing, but then she felt that the young lady was too unreserved.
Mrs. Fu couldn't help but smile at her. don't lie. Don't be pretentious. I like you.
Song ran immediately sat beside her. "You're a national beauty, graceful and Noble, and easy to get close to. I like you too, especially."
Mrs. Fu's smile widened, and the Secretary felt that in the fifteen years since Weiwei had left, Madam Fu had never smiled as happily as she did today.