Ma Xudong spoke with a serious face, "Xiao Luo, at this point, I think it's best we part ways! You should write a transfer application and go lead on the junior level at the grassroots!"
"We are square; 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, and get married and have children!"
"Just stay in the hotel room by yourself, stay for two full days and then head back to Yangzhou, arranging your own transportation."
"Also, write an application for annual leave, submit it to Zhizhong, and after you've used up your leave, you should be about at your new post. I wish you a bright future!"
"That's it; I won't accompany you upstairs. I need to get in touch with Zhizhong and Secretary Lu. Ah, the affair has been exposed, I must plug the leaks."
With that, Ma Xudong turned, got into his Maybach, started it, and left without looking back.
