"Interesting," Suming watched his computer screen, his eyes whirling around.
It was tough on Zhou Jin, a guy nearing fifty years old, with no more than a middle school education, actually knowing to utilize the internet to drum up support.
"But, if it's just that, it's still far from enough," Suming said, grinning mischievously as he stroked his chin.
Clang! The door was pushed open heavily from the outside.
"Who's that, barging into the leader's office without knocking?!" Suming rolled his eyes.
"Knock your head!" Nangong Yan stomped in wearing her high boots, saying as she did and actually knocked on Suming's forehead quite painfully.
"Ouch!" Suming clutched his forehead, wincing in pain, "Are you sick?! I'm a leader here, dare to lay hands on me again, and believe it or not, I will deal with you on the spot!"
"You think you can? Bring it on!" Nangong Yan stood with her hands on her hips and her chest out, tilting her chin up in a challenging manner.