Miao Lihua's aggressive questioning made Li Zejun let out a heavy sigh. "Li Hua, some things, everybody knows perfectly well in their hearts. Don't keep tangling this up, okay?"
"You… what kind of crap is that?" Miao Lihua glared at Li Zejun. "Saying something so irresponsible, are you still a man?"
"Say whatever you want." Li Zejun turned to look at Luo Feng. "Mayor, let's go."
"No!" Miao Lihua yanked his sleeve. "You have to make things clear to me. You've held me up for so long, and now you just say you're leaving, is that appropriate?"
"Miao Lihua, I don't want to say more." Li Zejun sighed heavily. "Why things turned out like this today—you should be very clear. My not saying it doesn't mean I don't know; my knowing it doesn't mean I won't save you some face."
"You…"
Miao Lihua's expression shifted between dark and light, the strength in her hand eased, and Li Zejun took the chance to pull his sleeve free. "Mayor, let's go."
