Wang Hong looked at Lin Nianhe with a complex expression in her eyes.
She knew she was right, this girl was too cunning.
Seeing that look in Wang Hong's eyes, Lin Nianhe knew she had guessed correctly.
She frowned slightly, could this be another aftermath of the Nine-miles Team issues?
"At the beginning of the year, the deputy director wanted Daxi to marry his son, but I didn't agree."
With a simple sentence, Wang Hong shattered Lin Nianhe's speculations.
Lin Nianhe: "…" She was already thinking about throwing toads into the Team Leader's house, and it was because of this?
The source of the grievance was indeed plain and simple.
Wang Hong pressed her temples, feeling a headache and said with some frustration: "His youngest son is even more of a bastard than two Zhao Zhuangshis combined, eyeing Daxi because she is easy to handle. How could I possibly let Daxi marry into his family!"
Lin Nianhe's lips quivered slightly.
Daxi, easy to handle?
