Li Qingtang's heart trembled, but he still braced himself, stubbornly saying, "Song Guanchao, you've set me up this time, I'll remember this!"
Song Guanchao sneered, "With your brains, if I really wanted to set you up, I wouldn't have waited until now."
"What do you mean!" He felt insulted.
"Old Li!" Ji Lin glared at him, shutting him up.
During these days of confinement, he thought a lot.
Although Song Guanchao knew that old man, this incident shouldn't involve him.
He's just a small secretary, how could he rally two military district chiefs?
This time, it was an accidental success, a bungled opportunity.
Ji Lin asked, "Secretary Song, how does the city plan to handle us?"
Song Guanchao said, "I told you, you're fine. But as for Mr. Li, haha, he grabbed the guard's gun and hit the chief. The prosecution will charge him with intentional harm."
