"Enough. Stop threatening to call your brother over every little thing. Do you think he isn't busy? That he can be bothered with just anything?" Yang Bin retorted, pulling out his phone to call Zhu Qianye with a very grave expression.
He had clearly sensed something was wrong. There's an old saying that officials cover for each other. While that might be an exaggeration, it captures a certain truth.
Namely, those who navigate officialdom rarely have an open falling out with one another. It was even more unthinkable now that Zhu Qianye had arrested his, Yang Bin's, own son. Could this really be something serious?
Just then, the call connected. "Hello, Old Yang?" a deep voice came through the receiver.
"Hello, Old Zhu. I think you owe me an explanation," Yang Bin demanded, his voice cold and filled with anger. "What on earth did my son Yuancheng do to warrant your personal intervention? Are you trying to make a point to me, Yang Bin?"
