Han Zhenggang, Jin Yaoguang, and the others reported on their work. After they left, Zhang Ronghua brought Ding Yi out of the palace to visit Lu Zhantang.
In the office hall.
Du Chengming was like a mad dog. His good self-control skills were gone. He vented to his heart's content. He kicked over the tables and chairs, tore the expensive calligraphy and paintings, and smashed the vases on the ground. It was unknown how long it took before he stopped.
She was getting on in years, and she was already tired after just a short while.
He held the wall with his left hand and rubbed his chest with his right hand. He was panting heavily, but his expression was still very cold. His eyes were spitting fire, like a ferocious beast that was choosing people to eat.
