I listened to my sister's words today.

He tried to go around to the other side, but was blocked again by Jiang Ling's light step.

Jiang Ling tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of amusement, as if she saw through his intentions.

"Assistant Manager Lin."

The voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

"Why? Can you spare time to take care of these things now?"

Lin Xiang's face turned pale and blue after hearing her words. He opened his mouth to speak several times but his words only became more obvious.

He laughed dryly, "Boss Jiang has a really good memory."

"We first met at the World Conference, right?"

"It's a bit strange to call you a position. Why don't we talk about something personal?"

Jiang Ling's eyes turned and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"What 'private matter' does Mr. Lin want to discuss?"

Jiang Ling didn't close the car door, but leaned against the car, staring at it with a smile.

Lin Xiang coughed, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"I had been planning to go get a home-cooked meal with Lao He and meet with Mr. Jiang today, but I ended up being so busy."

"What a fate, we actually met here."

Jiang Ling raised her eyes and glanced at the two tires on the car, then glanced at the ground, her voice containing a hint of coldness.

"It's fate indeed. Both tires were punctured. This is truly a deep bond."

"Uh... Is Mr. Jiang in a hurry to deliver something?"

"Yeah," Jiang Ling responded lightly.

"But you punctured the tire twice."

"How about I take my car and send it there? I'll give you the green light all the way and send it there myself."

Jiang Ling seemed to see through his intention when he heard this, but he didn't say much. He just nodded and waved back.

The driver standing behind him understood what he meant, turned around immediately, walked to the rear of the car with quick steps, and opened the trunk.

A large black bag lay there quietly. He grabbed the straps with both hands and lifted it up with force. With quick and decisive movements, he brought the bag steadily to the side of the car.

Seeing this, Lin Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if the stone pressing on his heart was instantly lifted.

However, just as he was about to exhale, he heard a cold shout: "Put your bag down! Subject to inspection!"

I subconsciously turned my head and saw Zhang Rong's face was ashen, obviously he was sure that there was a secret that could not be told.

Before Lin Xiang could say anything, the driver behind him had already started moving.

He raised his hand and slapped Zhang Rong hard in the face.

Zhang Rong fell heavily to the ground before he could even make a groan, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle to get up.

This sudden change was so shocking that the air around them seemed to freeze for a moment.

The policemen reacted quickly, drawing their guns from their waists in unison, pointing their guns at the driver and the bag.

The scene instantly became extremely tense, as if a string was stretched tight and would break at the slightest touch.

Seeing this, Lin Xiang's face suddenly darkened. His eyes swept across the crowd like a knife. Then he waved his hand and shouted sternly, "Put down your guns!"

The sound was as deafening as thunder, making people's hearts tremble.

Lin Xianggang frowned, anger rising in his heart, and was about to explode when Jiang Ling interrupted him with a loud shout.

"Okay, Mr. Lin, stop pretending!"

"When you meet someone who's not afraid of risks and willing to take responsibility, you should be overjoyed."

"Check him out!"

Lin Xiang sighed and waved his hand: "Yes, you are right, such people are indeed rare."

Having said that, he understood that Jiang finally stopped pursuing the matter.

The other driver said nothing, bent down, picked up the bulging bag, put it on the ground, and skillfully unzipped it.

Zhang Rong gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground. He staggered and wanted to get closer to check, but before he took a few steps, he was stopped by a strong arm.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw the driver glancing at him coldly with a hint of warning in his eyes.

"Back off." The driver's tone was brief, even a little cold.

The air seemed to freeze. The driver put on a pair of thin gloves with quick and decisive movements.

He reached into his bag and took out the items one by one. The first thing he took out was a few neatly folded children's clothes that still smelled of milk.

Next came a can of powdered milk, still unlabeled.

The compartments of the bag hid even more things—rows of medicines. As she scanned the complicated names and labels, a hint of doubt gradually appeared in her eyes.

He was about to speak, but was silenced by a sharp glance from his immediate superior.

That glance cut off his words like an ice blade.

Zhang Rong silently closed his mouth, clenched his fists, and stared at the pile of medicines with complicated eyes, as if some unknown secret was hidden.

In the end, Jiang Ling still didn't say anything, but just nodded lightly, signaling the driver to get ready to go.

There was an inexplicable sense of oppression in the air, as if everyone was waiting for a storm to come, but the storm never came.

Lin Xiang stood there for a long time without moving, until Jiang Ling's taillights completely disappeared in the distance.

Finally, he took a deep breath and walked towards his car.

He parked next to the police car and glanced at a man standing there.

"It's important to cultivate more talents like this."

"But only by properly managing your subordinates can the overall situation be preserved. You have to manage your people well. You don't need rat shit."

There was a hint of caution in his tone, but it was more like a warning.

The man lowered his head, a trace of shame flashing in his eyes, and then he said in an extremely calm tone: "Deputy Manager Lin, it is indeed my fault for mismanagement."

After hearing this, Lin Xiang didn't say anything more. A cold smile appeared on his face and he waved his hand.

Mayor Kong stood by the roadside, watching the car lights gradually moving away, feeling heavy-hearted and unable to vent for a moment.

Mayor Kong didn't stop for long and walked straight to Xu Qing, his voice low and threatening.

"Xu Qing, take that look away. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Xu Qing's expression changed slightly, but he didn't try to defend himself and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kong. I just really want to improve."

The words were said lightly, but contained a kind of indescribable guilt and helplessness.

"Progress?" Mayor Kong sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

If you don't calm down, I'll send you to the Children's Palace right away to see those 'stars'.

The word "stars" in his words sounded ordinary, but to Xu Qing, it was like thunder, striking the deepest part of his heart.

Xu Qing was so shocked by these words that his whole body froze and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

His lips trembled slightly, but he soon calmed down and said in a low voice: "Mayor Kong, I understand."

Mayor Kong didn't say anything else, but stared at Xu Qing with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Xu Qing lowered his head, held his breath, and did not dare to look at Mayor Kong.

At this moment, Mayor Kong added coldly: “Do you think I don’t know what you’ve been up to lately?”

"You stuffed those relatives of yours into the police station, didn't you?"

"You think I haven't seen you going to the hotel every day to learn foreign languages? You dare to use that kind of tricks to do things? You call this progress?"

Xu Qing's face suddenly turned pale, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and his heart was in turmoil.