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Chen Gang picked up the wine glass, took a sip with his eyes lowered, and said nothing.

He silently supported the secretary's idea.

He knew very little about the Ji Family, but in his eyes, the Ji Family was no different from any other passerby.

"We can't control Teacher Li," Ren Qian thought about Ren Jiawei and Ji Shaorong, and holding his temple, said, "Let's not talk about this anymore."

The secretary-general stood by, listening with a slightly grim expression.

The meal disbanded.

Ren Qian went to deal with work, while the secretary-general took Ren Wanxuan home.

It wasn't until they were in the car that the secretary-general looked in the rear-view mirror and said, "Miss, you need to step out of your own castle. If your cheese has been moved, you have to take it back yourself. Right now, you're like that mouse, squeaking away, but I think you can be a chirping bird."

**

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Fulai's residence.