Song Guanchao gave up resisting.
But he still exercised restraint.
Just like she said, a little touch was enough.
Zeng Li tried for a long time, but couldn't break through his hands, angrily biting his lip.
After more than half an hour of dawdling, she was tired too, and gave a soft hum as she pushed him away, "Not playing anymore."
Song Guanchao awkwardly smiled, grabbed his clothes, and quickly put them on.
After leaving the hotel, the two returned to the City Committee.
With a plan in mind, Song Guanchao didn't want to waste any time.
Halfway there, he called Director He, asking them to come to the meeting room immediately for a meeting.
He had been busy all morning, and Song Guanchao hadn't even eaten lunch, yet he didn't feel hungry.
When entering the meeting room, everyone was already there.
Song Guanchao sat down and said, "How many residential areas are refusing to be demolished?"
Director He said, "17 self-built housing areas, and two commercial housing areas."
