Gan Zuoxun? Honestly, I wasn't necessarily any closer to your father than I was to you.
Besides, everyone knew it was rude to talk about people behind their backs.
Faced with Gan Baobao's request, Fu Qian could not help but sigh at that moment. This was the price of diligence.
Not only had she arrived uninvited, she had even made an unreasonable request.
Insisting on forcibly extending business hours led to exactly this sort of outcome.
"What do you think of Gan Zuoxun?" Even the phrasing of the question was such a classic one.
The problem was that he really was not familiar with that man. Forcing out an answer would get him downvoted.
"He has a lot of guts."
Imagining the serious consequences, Fu Qian gave a forced answer outright.
That municipal official, who had not been in office for long, possessed quite a bit of adventurous spirit, if nothing else.
Previously, in order to break Shangjing's deadlock, he had even been willing to use himself as bait, cleverly drawing upon the Night Watchers' power to strike at his opponents and gain greater initiative.
Although the final result had been ideal, even indirectly triggering Lord Embo's tragedy to some extent.
For someone with an ordinary human constitution, calling it dancing on eggshells would have been an understatement. The man truly had a lot of nerve.
"Guts..."
Yet Gan Baobao still did not seem very satisfied with this far-from-low assessment, murmuring the keyword to herself.
"Like a little sheep daring to jump over the fence?"
So that really was why she had come?
To be honest, although Lady Gan Baobao's visit had been abrupt, Fu Qian did not think she had necessarily encountered some evil entity.
Even if the Needle Witch, who had been secretly trading blows with him