Ma Xudong spoke with a grave expression, "Xiao Luo, at this point, we should just call it quits! You write a transfer request later, and go serve as a principal section-level official at the grassroots level!"
"We are even now, you don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything. You should find a man who loves you and whom you love, get married, and have children!"
"As for the hotel room, you can stay there yourself. Stay for two days, then head back to Yangzhou, and arrange your own transportation."
"Also, submit a vacation request to Zhizhong, take your annual leave, and by the time it's over, you should be at your new post. I wish you a bright future!"
"That's it, then. I won't accompany you upstairs. I need to contact Zhizhong, Secretary Lu, and the others. Alas, now that the affair is out, I must stop the leaks."
Having said his piece, Ma Xudong turned around, got into his Maybach, started it, and left the scene without looking back.
