Mayor Zhang Rongde had worked with Luo Dicheng for many years.
He knew that Luo Dicheng highly regarded Liang Jiayi.
Zhang Rongde looked at the face of his old friend and colleague and knew he was in a bad mood.
He gently moved the ashtray in front of Luo Dicheng away.
"Old Luo, stop smoking," he said.
"About this matter, although it's serious, it's not completely incomprehensible."
He smiled wryly and said lightly, "Young people are bound to make mistakes, especially Comrade Liang, who is still a young girl."
"Such a girl, with simple thoughts, doesn't understand the complexity and malice of society."
"They lack the necessary caution, and if they're not careful, they might say something they shouldn't."
He gently patted Luo Dicheng's shoulder, saying with a smile, "Our principle has always been to instruct before punishing, to heal the sickness to save the person."
"As long as Comrade Liang realizes her mistake, then it's not a big deal."
