"Don't ask so many questions. If I tell you to go see him, you go see him. If you're not convinced, then think of another way yourself." Zhang Xiaobei put down the pen in his hand and fell silent.
"It's my fault for talking too much, my fault. I'll go to find him now."
Just as Xiao Keqiang was about to turn around and leave, Zhang Xiaobei stopped him again.
"Remember, don't let anyone notice, or I'm sure you're well aware of the consequences."
Xiao Keqiang knew the person Zhang Xiaobei referred to was Yang Ke, or perhaps Yang Ke's informants. In such a sensitive period, Yang Ke would definitely keep a close watch on his every move.
"Okay, thank you, brother. Your great kindness, I, Xiao Keqiang, will never forget in this lifetime."
Watching Xiao Keqiang's retreating figure, Zhang Xiaobei closed his eyes once more.
The reason he chose to help Xiao Keqiang, who had once tried to coerce information from him, was not for anything else, but out of respect for his father's face.
