"What's wrong?"
"Let's talk in person, I'm waiting for you in the parking lot."
"Okay."
Song Guanchao didn't delay and turned to leave the building.
Wu Yun was already waiting in the lobby. Seeing him walk briskly, she quickly followed him.
Once in the car, Song Guanchao said, "You go to the private room first. I need to discuss something with Secretary Zhang."
"Oh." Wu Yun noticed his serious expression and refrained from idle chat.
She felt a bit disappointed.
Song Guanchao had been getting busier and busier, seemingly occupied all day. While previously at the City Committee, they occasionally had time to drink milk tea together, now they hardly had time for a private conversation.
Arriving at the hotel and after Wu Yun left, Song Guanchao looked around but didn't see Zhang Meilin.
As he was scanning the surroundings, his phone rang. It was Zhang Meilin: "Walk forward, I'm in the car."
Song Guanchao walked all the way to the end of the parking lot and spotted his car.
