Zhuo Ting took a few more steps forward, as Song Jiayu pushed open the door to the resting room. They entered one after the other, and sat down on the sofa, each wrapped in their own thoughts.
"When the election results are out, and you become President, the promise I made to you will be fulfilled,"
Zhuo Ting said, lighting a cigarette with a nonchalant air.
"Zhuo Ting, rest assured, I will also keep my promises to you,"
Song Jiayu poured himself a glass of water to quench his thirst.
"Xiangqiao has had so many of my secrets in her grasp, yet in the end, she couldn't produce anything. Although it became apparent afterward, I should have known sooner that all the incriminating evidence was no longer with Xiangqiao, but in your hands,"
Zhuo Ting chuckled lightly, then shrugged indifferently, and let out a sigh.
"So it was used here."
Song Jiayu maintained a calm demeanor, as gentle as ever, the spitting image of a mayor of the people.
