"Cough, cough cough cough—"
Xiao Shuai suddenly started coughing, the spicy smoke of the cigar making his eyes water.
Secretary Liu picked up the glass on the table, diligently poured some water, and handed it over.
"Brother Xiao, have a sip of water to catch your breath."
Xiao Shuai grabbed it without a thank you, tilting his head back and gulping it down.
Having not touched a drop of water for nearly half a day, this ordinary cold boiled water tasted like Jadescent Nectar to him.
After downing a large glass, his parched throat finally felt a bit better.
Xiao Shuai wiped his mouth and let out a long sigh of relief.
At the same time, he took advantage of this brief respite to rapidly process his thoughts.
The Chen Chen Gang Leader in front of him, was capricious, his mood changing faster than flipping a page.
The neurotic performance from earlier was still vivid in his mind.
Now, having changed to this amicable demeanor, he definitely had ulterior motives.
