Wei Shoucheng seemed not to hear, and left the office on his own.
"Threatening me?" Song Guanchao looked at the open door, gave a light laugh, picked up the phone, and started searching numbers in his contacts.
He did not like to bully others using power, nor did he want to trouble friends.
Regarding Wei Zejun, he had already shown restraint, even breaking his own past principles.
In the past, he would have handed the evidence over to the police and had Wei Zejun arrested.
Now he only kept the evidence, yet the other party was unaware of his kindness, repeatedly testing his limits, even threatening him using Provincial Committee leaders, and framing him right in front of him.
Song Guanchao was merely mindful of the bigger picture, but it didn't mean anyone could step over him.
Soon, his searching finger paused, and on the screen was a number tagged with the name "Cao Wenxuan."
He dialed the number, bringing the phone to his ear.
Amidst the beeping, the call connected.
