I didn't take it seriously. I danced in the audience and sat down. I saw another official-looking uncle in a white shirt and black trousers sitting on the stage with bright eyes:
Vice Mayor Zhao has thick eyebrows and big eyes. If he was played by an actor, he would definitely be playing a positive character. On the other hand, if he goes into acting, he can catch up with Zhu Shimao no matter what. It will be even more amazing, and maybe he can surpass Pu Cunxin... That's the type. Even if party and state officials live to be around forty years old, you can't ask them to have a killer temperament. There is also a greasy handprint on his chest, which was made by his secretary. Under the dazzling light, it is not so obvious. I have to be so close to see it.
I was the culprit who indirectly caused the fingerprints. When he saw me, he was horrified, and then smiled, only slightly hidden in his eyes. The idiom is so well said that it makes you laugh.
And me, I glared at him.
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