He strutted about the modest teahouse, pride swelling in his chest, hands clasped behind his back.
With a finger raised and wagging as if he were laying down the law, he asserted, "If Shen Zhou is dead, then the position of health director is mine by right. Just like you said, it'll take some effort, that's all."
"However, Tang Zixiang, no matter how you cut it, you've used me. Don't I deserve something in return?"
He halted abruptly, fixing his gaze on Tang Zixiang, assessing him from head to toe.
He looked as if he saw a treasure trove, confident that with any random dig, he could unearth something valuable.
Tang Zixiang smiled faintly, leisurely sipping his tea. "By getting rid of Shen Zhou for you, haven't I already given you the best token of regard? Rest assured, I will certainly help you secure the position of health director, but..."
At that, his tone turned frosty.
