Liu Zhizhong could only offer a modest smile and said, "Little Aunt Xin, this coffee-making is just a minor skill, hardly worth mentioning. Well, how about this, I'll make a trip to the hospital later and see what Old Secretary Li's attitude is! If he shields his nephew and Zhang Zhengchang, then we'll deal with them harshly! If he's reasonable and of high stature, should we let him off?"
"Okay! But you have to record it! Use my pen!"
Xiang Wenxin was quite in favor of this suggestion and pushed her recording pen forward from in front of her, saying, "Take this, Little Zhongzi. Put it in your pocket, it has automatic sensing in dark environments, press any key to record."
"Okay, sure!" Liu Zhizhong happily pocketed the sleek little recording pen. "Don't worry, Little Aunt Xin, I'll handle everything perfectly."
"You must do it well! Right now, you represent Uncle Xiang, you're like an envoy from the Xiang family, you can't fall short!"
"Of course! I might let myself down, but I can't let down the Xiang family!"
Liu Zhizhong extinguished his cigarette and patted his chest, standing up, "No time to lose, shall I go now? But, I might not make it back for lunch. How about you... I'll have someone send lunch over for you? After eating, have a good rest. I'll take you around Provincial City when I get back this afternoon?"
"That's fine! But..." Xiang Wenxin said, a playful gleam appearing in her eyes, "This afternoon I don't feel like wandering around elsewhere; I want to visit the place where Mr. L once studied. I'd like to take a tour. Is that okay?"
"Uh... Well, hehe, sure, I can be your guide! I'm familiar with Hu Yang University!"
Liu Zhizhong was a bit shocked inside; after all, a woman, an unmarried single woman of high status, taking an interest in the places a man had studied—this was getting interesting...
"Then that's settled, Little Zhongzi. Go on, meet with Old Secretary Li and see what he has in mind! Check whether his family's tomb is emitting blue smoke or black smoke. Good luck! Hmph..." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
That cold snort seemed to imply that if he wasn't satisfied, Li Tanglu wouldn't have an easy time.
Liu Zhizhong offered a smile, raised his coffee, and drained it in one gulp, then got ready and left.
His thoughts were the same: Ah, Old Secretary Li, you really need to fend for yourself. Don't be arrogant when I see you later, as I'll be recording!
Not long after he left, Xiang Wenhua genuinely called his sister to say he had been tied up with other matters earlier, and asked what Liu Zhizhong intended now.
Xiang Wenxin, of course, told him the truth.
Xiang Wenhua was very pleased and said, "Mmm, Wenxin, Liu Zhizhong knows how to differentiate between what is important and what is not. He has a big picture view, understands society, and knows the ways of the world! He is very reliable and considers all angles. You just follow his lead to handle the aftermath of this sudden incident; don't be so bothered. Our level is different from these people's; we truly need a sense of style and grace..."
"Alright, alright, what a nag! Do you think your sister lacks any sense of style and grace? Are you teaching me how to be a person again? So annoying~~~"
Xiang Wenxin, truly irritated, hung up on her brother's call.
Far away, nearly a thousand miles distant, Xiang Wenhua merely smiled faintly, not taking any offense at his sister's irritation.
Mr. Xiang was indeed a gentle soul and quite the doting brother, but he did have limits and moderation.
Meanwhile, Liu Zhizhong drove quickly and soon arrived at Yalan Hospital, heading directly for the villa where Li Tanglu and Luo Tianlin were staying.
Upon reaching the villa, the gatekeeper well recognized him and let him in immediately.
But as Liu Zhizhong walked into the villa and headed for the second floor, he heard voices from the living room above; surprisingly, it was Zhang Zhengchang complaining to Li Tanglu and Luo Tianlin...