181 Several Encirclements, Breakdown from Pressure

When Song Jingren walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, his face was full of joy. He even tried to shake hands with Qiao Wangbei.

Now that things had come to this, the two of them hated each other on sight. They probably wouldn't meet again in the future.

Qiao Wangbei shot him a look full of disdain. What a clown. He patted Qiao Aiyun's shoulder. "Let's go."

Qiao Aiyun's face had been cold the whole time, as though she was very dissatisfied with Qiao Wangbei making this decision on his own. She got into her car directly. Song Jingren snickered. She was definitely upset about losing a watermelon for sesame seeds.

But now that the entire company was under his control, his heart was completely at ease. "Little Zhang, let's go back to the hospital."

"President Song, we don't have a car. I'll call a taxi." Secretary Zhang looked troubled.