Wu Yun spoke with a strong tone, identifying herself straightforwardly.
Yang Yongqiang let out a sneer, "Next time I dine with Secretary Wang, I should really ask whether all Disciplinary Committee members, when facing leaders, have this kind of attitude."
Song Guanchao had come to see that this fatso was used to being a leader and didn't contain himself a bit, even though he knew the two were Secretary Wu's driver and Disciplinary Committee personnel.
To deal with such a person, conventional methods wouldn't work; you had to employ drastic measures!
He already had a plan in his mind.
"Deputy Director Yang, let's meet tomorrow."
Song Guanchao chuckled, stood up, walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window of the private room, and while they were not paying attention, grabbed his phone, which he had placed there earlier for recording. Then he turned and walked out, "Xiao Wu, let's go."
Wu Yun glared venomously at Yang Yongqiang and followed.
