150 YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING

There was only one person capable of helping her right now. 

Jiayi, in her right cm heels went to knock on Zhaolin's door. With all the calmness she could muster and patience.

There was a hum sound before she pushed the door open. 

Secretary Jiang moved to the side and bowed. For the first time, she acknowledged his greeting. Did she just answer me? He shrugged it off.

"Can I talk to you?" Jiayi asked.

Zhaolin had his head bent, reading over the file Secretary Jiang wanted to be singed and summited. 

"Alone," for the first time, Jiayi was actually nervous of talking to Zhaolin. In the past, all she did was scold the young boy and call him incompetent. Now she's here to ask for a favor from the boy she always saw as incompetent.

Zhaolin's looked up, then tilted his head to the side. Without saying a word, she understood what that head tilt was for.

"It's personal,"

Secretary Jiang saw the hand holding on her bag, tighten.