After dinner, Zhao Yang wiped his mouth, while Zhang Xiuer said, "If you feel uncomfortable, then don't go. Now, I think this whole journey is just too perilous. Had I known that the election could cost us our lives, I would never have let you and Dad run for office."
"It's okay now," Zhao Yang said with a smile, reaching out to gently caress Zhang Xiuer's flawless cheek. "Everything is in the past. Today is the decisive battle, and I will make Li Xingkui fall from grace!"
"Is there still any danger?" Zhang Xiuer asked anxiously.
"There shouldn't be." Zhao Yang said with a smile.
Zhang Xiuer nodded slightly and said, "Then you still need to be careful…"
Warmth filled Zhao Yang's heart, and he pulled Zhang Xiuer's delicate body into his arms, whispering in her ear, "I know, I know everything, Sister Xiu'er. Whether my dad becomes the village chief or not is secondary. The most important thing is to make Li Xingkui fall from grace and avenge this enmity!"
