On the road to the city center, a fog hung heavy. It was already mid-June, and as Yanjing gradually entered summer, it still had this thick, impenetrable weather. The atmosphere must have been quite damaged.
The driver cautiously drove the car. After meeting Wang Zhanting in Yao Zheng's office, Secretary Luo decided to return to the city center.
In fact, it was clear that Yao Zheng had already begun to waver. What should be known and what shouldn't be known had already surfaced, as for that nurse, he need not worry about any accidents happening.
If she died, there would be two kinds of testimony: one from Yan Juanjuan, Yao Zheng, or perhaps a scapegoat like Secretary Li. Whoever took action now would be extremely foolish.
"Why did it suddenly become foggy?" Secretary Luo looked at the gray sky outside. The fog was mixed with fine particles, with Yanjing's sandstorms ever-present. "How much longer until we reach the City Committee Building?"
