Liu Zhizhong didn't care how Du Yuesheng felt.
As long as he had a grip on him, that was enough, and at this moment, he felt quite like the godfather of Yangzhou.
After Liu Zhizhong had called for more dishes from the kitchen, he went to the restroom, where he bumped into Zhang Hong just coming out.
Liu Zhizhong was in a good mood, "Yo, Secretary Zhang, Little Sister Hong, you're gracing the restroom with your presence?"
Zhang Hong's doll-like face flushed red as she retorted irritably, "What are you talking about? You think just because you haven't been influenced by former leaders and are going to the Provincial Party School for the mid-age cadre training that you're losing your way and shooting for the stars?"
Liu Zhizhong thought to himself, not just the stars, I'd like to get on top of you too!
"Hehe, look at what you're saying. How are these things even related?"
