A moment later, he jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "You're saying, Li Ming and that surnamed Fan, really exchanging flirtatious looks?"
"It's not what I said, I also heard it from Big Brother Yao," Li Ning hurriedly explained.
Wang Zhiheng's face changed, and with a punch to his palm, he cursed, "Damn, this soft meal, really being eaten by that kid!"
"Yang Peng is lucky, huh, rising through ranks on his uncle's coattails, he even got to be the head of a department, damn it, I knew I shouldn't have shown that kid the way."
"Wang, keep it down," Li Ning quickly gestured with his hands, looking around guiltily and whispered, "Yang Peng said not to talk about this matter."
"He..." Wang Zhiheng's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something but in the end just mumbled and said nothing.
Yang Peng was now the head of internal affairs, and to make things difficult for him, was just a matter of saying the word.
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