Chapter 3
He just casually probed and, surprisingly, he actually managed to probe something out.
Zhang Yue, on her end, indeed had some evidence.
Great, the more evidence, the better his hand would be.
This was all political capital for his future political career!
At this moment, he heard a phone ringing in the room.
Zhang Yue hurried out, holding her cellphone in a panic, looking at Song Guanchao, "Xiao Song, you take it."
Song Guanchao asked, "Whose call is it?"
"An unfamiliar number, I don’t know." She was worried it might be a call from the Disciplinary Committee.
"It might be the Disciplinary Committee, Mrs. Li, I can’t answer it."
Zhang Yue bit her lip, looking fragile and pitiful, enough to tug at one’s heartstrings.
She tried the same trick again by hugging Song Guanchao’s arm and said pitifully, "Xiao Song, could you please answer it?"