The area near the Forbidden City is an extremely sacred place in the hearts of Huaxia people.
When Wang Zhengqiang met him, he didn't ask him to come here—though Wang Zhengqiang spends most of his time working here.
Having Lin Zeping receive him here felt somehow a bit different.
As the car drove through the heavily guarded gate, Luo Ziling subconsciously sat up straight.
The secretary, who had been sitting rather casually, also straightened up and shut his mouth.
After the car stopped in front of a rather old-fashioned gate, the secretary jumped out first, ready to open the door for Luo Ziling.
Unexpectedly, before he could run to Luo Ziling's side, Luo Ziling had already opened the door himself and got out.
"It's fine, I can do it myself!" Luo Ziling smiled at the secretary, then glanced at the car with its special license plate and the simple yet solemn gate in front of him.
"Go on in, the chief is waiting for you in his office!" The secretary made a "please" gesture.
