Monday.
The temperature had been fairly cool these past two days.
Dong Xuebin sat in the Secretary Office at Guangming Street Office, absentmindedly rushing through the work at hand before staring blankly out the window. Ever since he had fixed the car yesterday at noon and returned to Nanshan District with Geng Yuehua, he had gone home, thrown himself onto the sofa, and slept for a long time. After waking up, he had been distracted all day, unable to stop thinking about District Governor Yuehua no matter how hard he tried.
Hmm, I should call her.
Dong Xuebin dialed Geng Yuehua's number. Beep, beep, beep—it connected.
"Hello, District Governor Yuehua. It's me, Little Dong."
Geng Yuehua's stiff voice came through. "What is it?"
"Oh, nothing. Cough, cough. I just wanted to ask whether your leg injury had gotten any better. Is it still inflamed?"
Her voice turned cold. "...Don't you think you're meddling too much?"
"I'm not meddling. I mean, I'm just concerned about you, aren't I? You got bitten by that snake because of me, so..."
"If you have so much free time, deal with the work at your Street Office first!" Beep, beep, beep. She hung up on him unilaterally.
Dong Xuebin put down his phone helplessly. Look at that attitude. Sigh, what the hell was this?
He had thought about it all day and still could not understand Geng Yuehua's state of mind. She had somehow slept with him in a muddle, then afterward acted as though nothing had happened. She changed just like that, returning them to the relationship they had at the start. What was that supposed to mean? If she wanted them never to have anything to do with each other again, then she should at least give him a straight answer. If she