Originally, Chen Yingjie's appearance was delicate and soft, his skin fairer than some women. Now, he looked like a tough guy. Not just a tough guy, but the kind with a full rogue aura.
"You know nothing about being wrong." Old Master Chen was both angry and heartbroken. What if Xu Qigang really sacrificed himself to save his grandson? How would he explain this to the country? How would he face the old leaders as an old revolutionary?
He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to cultivate a successor. Everyone in the district was watching, aware of Xu Qigang's importance.
The first, second, and third leaders all saw him as a successor. If he died so easily, the loss would be no less than Meng Fan's.
Sheng Ning stood outside, feeling quite awkward listening to this. She knocked on the door, and the conversation inside came to a halt.
"Come in!"
