"Secretary Chen? Are you Chen Fang?"
The woman stared and asked.
Chen Fang smiled slightly and said, "I am Chen Fang."
"You little brat, go back to your room."
Ma Shizhen yelled unceremoniously at his daughter.
Ma Yan left with some grievance.
"Secretary Chen, if you don't mind, please come in and sit."
Ma Shizhen made way at the door.
Chen Fang glanced around.
The house didn't seem very big since the living room was small, and the furnishings inside looked quite old.
After Chen Fang walked in,
Ma Shizhen invited him to sit on an aged wooden sofa. The paint on it was all gone, looking mottled and dilapidated.
He hurriedly tried to brew some tea.
Chen Fang waved his hand and said, "Director Ma, don't bother. I have some matters to discuss with you."
Ma Shizhen immediately went to get his briefcase for some paper and pen.
Chen Fang said, "No need, I just want to chat casually, it's not work-related."
Hearing this,
