Gong Heng chuckled with disbelief, "Am I really that domineering?"
"Aren't you?" she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Did he think she was unaware?
To have someone monitor her twenty-four hours a day—wasn't that the epitome of high-handedness?
Gong Heng fed her another small piece of banana, sitting side by side with her on the sofa, looking at her small face which displayed a look of contentment.
"I'll tell you so you won't be tossing and turning over it tonight."
"Go ahead," she said.
"I'm setting a trap for Chen Quanshu."
She looked at him in surprise, "Why?"
"Do you think I would let him have a successful stint as mayor, after I did such a poor job?"
"What kind of mentality is that?"
"B City is mine, do you think I'll just hand it over to someone? Letting Chen Quanshu come here is just so he can plunge B City into chaos, and then I'll make a spectacle of it."
