"District Chief!" Ji Weihua immediately knelt on both knees, placing his hands on Yao Zheng's thighs. "District Chief! I never intended to betray you."
"Wei Huai, even if you had the heart to betray me, you couldn't do it, not to that extent." Ji Weihua lowered his head, so Yao Zheng couldn't see his facial expression. As he stroked Ji Weihua's hair, the image of a benevolent father was absent; it was merely a facade. Don't easily believe that Yao Zheng is someone who would be kind to you.
"I wouldn't dare!" Ji Weihua's face turned slightly pale, he took a deep breath, hiding the tremor in his heart.
"Has the casualty count come out?" Moving away from the topic of love, the cigarette in Yao Zheng's hand was burnt out, the ash falling to the ground, white ash outweighing black ash; a cigarette that hasn't been smoked isn't really a cigarette.
