The young man noticeably became tense, instinctively straightening his back and pulling a slightly stiff smile: "Hello, big brother, I'm Zhang Wei, Lingling's partner."
Song Heping didn't speak, just looked him up and down a few times.
The gaze wasn't fierce, not even expressive, but the pressure accumulated from walking on the edge of life and death and ruling a vast gray kingdom was inadvertently exposed.
It wasn't the authority of an official, but a more primitive, more direct aura, as if it could penetrate the surface and see into a person's heart.
Zhang Wei worked as a deputy director at the street office's social affairs department and had met some city leaders, reporting work face to face.
But now he felt more pressure than when facing any leader, his palms and forehead lightly sweating, even his smile nearly frozen.
"Mm."
Song Heping finally nodded, acknowledging the greeting, then said to his siblings, "Let's go, out first."
His brother drove a Range Rover.
