Chapter 258

Zhang Ailing raised her hand and gently patted his face, asking with a flirtatious laugh, "Little male dog, what are you thinking about? Thinking so seriously."

"Nothing... just thinking about how I can serve you well, Bureau Chief Zhang." Zhao Desan's expression turned into a fawning look again, and he laughed "hehe" at Zhang Ailing with a cheeky face. ===== CHAPTER 259 =====