Xia Xiao shook her head. In her eyes, Gu Weiguo was like a noble son, his courtship subtle and gentle, neither warm nor fervent. It seemed as though it wouldn't matter to him either way, which did nothing to stir any excitement in Xia Xiao's heart.
As for Gao Jiaxing, Xia Xiao shook her head even more. Their relationship had now turned somewhat awkward, not as carefree as before.
"Sister Xuehua, how are things with Secretary Li?" Xia Xiao asked.
Yang Xuehua shook her head, "Why do you all keep linking me with Secretary Li? There's nothing between us." After a moment, Yang Xuehua added, "Or maybe, Xia Xiao, you should give Secretary Li a try. I think he really admires you."
Xia Xiao jerked her head abruptly, her face displaying horror, "Secretary Li, in my eyes, is to be respected and admired, without any hint of romantic affection."
In her previous life, when she was in college, Secretary Li was probably about seventy.
