Silence, like the deep stillness of the night. At this moment, Nie Zhenbang also silently realized that something was off. He looked at Fan Changsheng's confident expression. This old man, he probably was prepared a long time ago. This was the so-called "not being able to save face" characteristic of Huaxia people.
Nobody held grudges as severe as vendettas, and though they had differing political stands, they hadn't experienced a life and death situation, relatively, their relationship was harmonious. But now? To rashly oppose Li Xiaoqin's appointment as head of the organization department in front of these standing committee members? This is something that just couldn't be brought up.
