The cold wind howled.
The snow fell harder and harder.
As time passed, the Female Secretary, Ying Beibei, grew increasingly restless.
It was as if her little butt had been fitted with nails. She kept squirming in her chair, unable to stay still for even a moment.
Cheng Han found it rather amusing. "Have a cup of sweet tea."
Ying Beibei obediently answered, "Oh," and reached for the glass.
The cup had already gone cold beneath her fingers.
She touched the teapot again and found that it, too, retained only a trace of warmth. Cold sweet tea was not suitable for drinking in winter.
The Female Secretary looked ashamed. "Sorry, Director. I forgot to warm up the sweet tea."
Besides assisting the Director with routine official duties, the Director's secretary was also responsible for taking care of the Director's daily life.
In short, she was both a work secretary and a personal secretary.
Failing to ensure that the sweet tea remained warm at all times counted as a minor lapse in duty.
As an aside.
Because of how incredibly "close" they were, among the previous Directors of the Patrol Department, quite a large proportion had turned their Female Secretaries into "bed secretaries," taken them as mistresses, or simply married them.
The Hall of Councillors paid no attention to such matters, treating them merely as gossip.
At this moment.
Ying Beibei stood up, placed the teapot on a tray, and carried it toward the door.
After only a few steps, the Female Secretary's pace suddenly slowed.
A terrifying thought had popped into her mind: Had the Dream Masters of the Dream Arising Society, along with the monsters Outpost Captain Tao had mentioned, already arrived? Cheng Han's amused voice drifted over. "Put the teapot down. It's rather dangerous outside."
Hearing "rather dangerous