"Do we really need to think this through?" Yao Zheng leaned back in his leather chair and snorted at Xiao Lin. "Didn't you just say he was using Secretary Li's name to engage in unsightly deeds with those girls in the club? Isn't this the best evidence?"
"District Chief Yao, here I hope you can correct your statement," Xiao Lin listened to his unabashed words and his face darkened.
"Are you trying to teach me how to speak?" Yao Zheng discreetly shifted the topic, confronting Xiao Lin with aggression. "Know your place, telling me how to talk here—do you have that right?"
"Ah, you are the district chief, and I'm just a bodyguard, naturally without the right to dictate how you speak. It's my oversight, and I hope District Chief Yao will understand and not hold it against someone as rough as myself." Faced with Yao Zheng's attitude, Xiao Lin didn't flip out but courteously admitted his mistake, leaving Yao Zheng without an angle to blow things out of proportion, stunned where he sat.
