C89 Visits by Female Mayors

When Nan Qiao was cleaning Zhou Yu's room, she noticed the invitation card he threw in the drawer beside the bed, "Sunday, isn't it tomorrow?"

She ran excitedly down the stairs and directly into his office, not waiting for the assistant to announce her.

"Zhou …" She had barely opened her mouth before she swallowed it back.

A woman with an aloof temperament was sitting upright on the sofa