Xia Anlan's words were like a noose around Lu Xiangdong's neck, and he began to pull it hard.
Lu Xiangdong looked at bureau chief Cai for help, but he was pretending to be dead, hoping that no one would remember him.
Chief Cai wished he could become invisible so that no one could look at him.
Xia Anlan's reputation was like thunder to his ears, but you Yi's personality was something he had personally experienced. He was a ... Sigh, let's not talk about it. Let's not talk about it anymore. It was an unlucky year for him. He had to face such an incident at the start of the new year.
Tomorrow, if he could see the sun tomorrow, he would go to the temple to burn incense no matter what.
Otherwise, who knew what kind of bad luck he would encounter in the future?
Lu Xiangdong's heart was burning with anxiety. He wanted to beg Xia Anlan for mercy, but he was no longer looking at him and was talking to his wife.
