Yao Zheng nodded, his face showing humility and remorse, eyes cast down, with emotions unclear. He replied to Secretary Luo's words with mere nods or sighs, offering little substantial content, and despite his servility, there's a hint of arrogant disdain. Naturally, Secretary Luo wouldn't take Yao Zheng's slight discourtesy to heart. He stood up from the sofa, this sudden action somewhat puzzled Yao Zheng.
"Secretary Luo, are you..." Yao Zheng stood up as well.
