"If my father were the Party Secretary of the municipal committee, tell me, would you dare to bring me here?" Ye Chen looked coldly at Zhang Yantong.
That one sentence immediately cornered Zhang Yantong. Indeed, in such an environment in China, a society that depends on connections, money, and spouses. Zhang Yantong's face turned pale with anger, puffed up in a way that if in normal times, when Ye Chen was in a good mood, he might find this Ni Zi cute, but in the current hostile atmosphere, amidst conflicting emotions, he felt nothing of the sort.
"Ye Chen, I'm doing this for your own good!" Zhang Yantong said earnestly.
