This response was beyond Zhang Meilin's expectation.
He looked at He Cunhao a few more times. The young man was very youthful, and the yearning for beauty that is unique to college students was faintly visible on his face.
When he said this, his eyes were firm, as if he firmly believed that with his own ability, he could certainly make a difference.
"A very good dream."
"Go and move the stuff over here," Zhang Meilin said.
He Cunhao was taken aback. "Move, move where?"
Seeing Zhang Meilin's gaze, he immediately understood and said excitedly, "Yes, Secretary Zhang, I'll go now!"
"Wait a moment."
"Is there any instruction from Secretary Zhang?"
"From now on, I'm giving you your first task."
"Please tell me, Secretary Zhang!"
"In the future, whenever Mrs. Lu comes again, find a way to send her back. Can you do that?"
"Yes!"
"Good, go ahead."
