Apparently, over the years, Zhang Wei'an must have endured countless hardships in life.
"Is this your place?"
Chen Fang asked.
Zhang Wei'an wiped the beer from his mouth, nodded, and said, "I've been running it for a few years now, just making a living."
"Not bad, it's quite good."
Chen Fang nodded in agreement.
"Chen Fang, about what happened back then..."
Zhang Wei'an suddenly started to speak, but before he could finish, Chen Fang grabbed his hand and said, "It's been over ten years since that happened, let's not talk about it. It wasn't some deep-seated hatred, no need to bring it up again."
Upon hearing this.
Tears welled up in Zhang Wei'an's eyes.
He quivered as he spoke, "Actually... I've been following news about you over the years, heard... heard that you're now... you're now a secretary of the Provincial Committee."
Chen Fang smiled slightly and said, "Surprising, isn't it?"
