Fang Han nodded.

He has always been deliberately low-key, and the people he knows do not spread, and he does not know his relationship with Jiang Hai until he has a certain level.

"So many people are curious about who you are, how could you fish with Secretary Jiang, and you have a private identity." Qi Hairong shook her head and laughed: "They can't figure it out even if they break their heads!"

Fang Han frowned: "There won't be any gossip, right?"

"Many people are eager to have these gossips!" Qi Hairong said with a smile: "Sometimes gossips are very useful, what are you afraid of?!"

Fang Han said: "Zhang Tong, what's wrong?"

Zhang Tong quickly came back to his senses and shook his head: "No, nothing."

"How do you want to repay Fang Han?" Qi Hairong smiled with a pursed lips: "Please promise me, I don't mind!"

"You are just thinking about random things!" Zhang Tong glanced at her.

Fang Han closed his mouth and lowered his head to eat.

On Monday morning, Zhang Zezhong came to the office early as usual, wiped the table and chairs, brewed tea, and watered the flowers. It was almost time to go to work.

As soon as he sat down, he heard a knock on the door outside and said, "Come in." An old man pushed the door open. Dong Xinmin, who was also the vice principal, was very busy. He was busy and tried his best to sit on the throne of the principal.
Chapter completed!