Although Feng Huzhou had just turned sixty this year, his mental state was excellent, and he didn't look like a man past sixty at all.
If people didn't know his real age, many would probably think he was only forty-seven or forty-eight.
Because he always wore a smiling face and was profoundly shrewd, he earned the nickname "Smiling Buddha."
"Secretary Feng, I finally met you!"
Wu Liang was almost moved to tears when he saw Feng Huzhou.
The expression of someone facing a great catastrophe and finally meeting their savior is something that cannot be faked.
"Mayor Wu, what's the matter for which you're seeking me?"
Although Feng Huzhou's face was full of smiles, his heart was filled with doubts.
He wasn't familiar with the other party at all, what kind of act was this?
After signaling Wu Liang to sit, Feng Huzhou poured him a glass of water.
Unreserved, Wu Liang drank the water in one gulp and quickly said.
