After finishing dinner with Old Wu, Tang Luo returned to the company.
He had just sat down when he saw Meng Lei coming in from outside.
"Brother Luo, did you get the news? Chen Biao got sentenced."
Meng Lei sat down and offered a cigarette.
"Oh? How many years?"
Tang Luo took the cigarette and asked casually.
"Seems like fifteen years, he's pretty much going to spend the rest of his life behind bars."
Meng Lei lit the cigarette for Tang Luo, smirking.
"Heh, that's what you call—reaping what you sow, beyond redemption."
Tang Luo snorted coldly, feeling not an ounce of sympathy for Chen Biao.
"Exactly, he brought it on himself, no one else to blame."
Meng Lei nodded in agreement.
After a few words about Chen Biao, they dropped the subject.
A man about to spend the rest of his life behind bars wasn't worth talking about.
"Brother Luo, you know the mayor's driver?"
Meng Lei suddenly asked, recalling something.
"Yeah, what about it?"
Tang Luo nodded his head.
