The entire Special Affairs Department was silent.
Everyone seemed to sense that a volcano was about to erupt. Whenever they passed the director's office, they tiptoed by, terrified that the slightest sound would set off the bomb inside and drown them in fury.
"You're scaring them."
Director Fu sighed helplessly. Looking at the shadows sneaking past outside the half-open door, he poured tea into the cup before the young woman.
"What are they afraid of? This cripple?"
Ai Qing seemed amused, but there was not the slightest trace of laughter on her face or in her eyes. "Don't worry. No matter how badly things go, I won't make a scene at the Special Affairs Department."
"No, I just want you to calm down."
Director Fu shook his head. He wanted to smoke, but seemed to remember something. After hesitating for a long while, he finally rolled up his sleeve and stuck another nicotine patch on his arm.
"Whether it's the Astronomical Society or the Social Security Bureau, they ultimately have to follow the rules. Since there are rules, there will inevitably be things that leave people unhappy. You don't need to put so much pressure on yourself."
"Honestly, I'm not worried about Qi Wen."
Ai Qing gave a cold, disdainful laugh. "No matter how much he looks like a big shot, deep down he still has the habits he picked up when he was a dog. Give him a couple of bones and he immediately starts carrying them around to show off.
"If he stayed tucked away in his little corner, the Yin Family wouldn't be able to do anything to him for now. Yet he actually got it into his head to jump into the quagmire that is Jinling. Doesn't he ever stop to think? No matter how capable