"Chief Zhou, I've come with sincerity this time," Qin Zhihao spoke in a low and humble tone. Zhang Zhijiang's issue might involve him, and now that Zhou Qing had become Zhou Weining's favorite, who, having triumphantly become the Deputy Secretary of the Anzhou County Committee, could cause trouble for him with just a word, right?
"Director Qin, I've seen your sincerity, but there are some things I just can't forget, so please go back," Zhou Qing replied.
With a loud clang, Zhou Qing closed the door, not showing Qin Zhihao the slightest hint of friendliness.
Outside the door, Qin Zhihao's face was a picture of misery; he almost wished he could slap himself. Why had he ever offended Zhou Qing?
Unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret in this world.
