This is a political matter.

Zhao Hao might not be able to think of it, or he didn’t think so much about it at the moment.

But as the ruler of a country, she figured it out almost instantly.

After coming out of the Pepper Room, Zhao Hao also figured out why Jiang Wan'er didn't listen to him about disaster relief.

He also told him directly that if he really had a good idea, he should tell his father Zhao Wenxiang.

If he didn't understand Jiang Wan'er's intention, he would be a fool.

This also made him feel warm in his heart and he smacked his lips.

In the eyes of this royal sister, my father holds a very important position!

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao went to the Nei Shi Yamen again.

I waited in my father's office for more than an hour, drooling more than two kilograms, before my father came back in a hurry.

Seeing Zhao Hao sitting in his seat, Zhao Wenxiang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shouted in annoyance.

"Get out of here, you bastard!"

Zhao Hao was so frightened that he fell off his chair.

"Dad, you're back?"

Zhao Hao quickly got up and made way for Zhao Wenxiang.

Zhao Wenxiang glared at him fiercely, then walked to the desk and sat down.

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Wenxiang was obviously very tired, and his voice was full of weakness.

"Dad, how far have you progressed in providing relief to the disaster victims?"

"I think there is not even a unified resettlement site for the disaster victims, and so many are freezing to death or starving to death every day."

"You guys are so inefficient!"