Yang District Chief's smile froze, the smile at the corner of his eyes contracted, and the smile in his eyes instantly turned into anger.
But he dared not clash with Chen Xiangdong.
Chen Xiangdong didn't want to reconcile with him; at most, he'd be sidelined, but wouldn't be troubled further.
If a conflict erupted, it would be hard to say.
Taking a deep breath, swallowing the curse words on the tip of his tongue, Yang District Chief forced a smile, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Chen Xiangdong raised his eyes, and only when the door was closed did he retract his gaze, sneering coldly.
Soon after, he replaced it with a gentle smile.
Once he left Fuyang, his life would take on a different form.
From then on, the sky would be limitless for the birds.
He couldn't assert that the official ecosystem in Jiangzhou City was necessarily better than in Fuyang City.
But he was sure Song Guanchao wasn't like Yang District Chief.
Song Guanchao's identity lacked that air of decay.
