"Chen Fang! You are simply too rude!"
He Wenbin didn't know how to retort and could only shout back, his face turning red.
Chen Fang sneered and said, "Rude? I can be even cruder. I'm afraid if I really speak my mind, your ancestors going back eighteen generations would come after you, even those who've descended to the eighteenth level of hell won't rest in peace."
"It's your ancestors who've gone to hell."
He Wenbin was clearly at his wit's end.
Seeing that their conversation was getting more and more ridiculous.
Ding Mengxiang finally lost his patience and scolded, "Enough, does this look fitting for a deputy county head?"
"Mayor Ding, it's him…"
He Wenbin wanted to blame Chen Fang.
Ding Mengxiang glared at him and said, "Since we can't reach a unanimous decision on this matter, let's do this, we'll take it to the party group meeting for discussion."
