"Lao Yao, I think you're living more backward as you age." Wang Zhantian swirled his glass, gazing through the amber-colored alcohol at the small bits of ice melting inside. "If things are really as you say, with Hua Qingyi conducting an arrest in a completely legitimate manner, then why haven't similar reports been released? You're more aware than I am about the workings of the government. Isn't it customary to boast any major accomplishments, to elevate the perceived value of you officials?"
Wang Zhantian's words hinted at his prejudice against those in power. Yao Zheng didn't take offense, yet within those words, he indeed caught a glimpse of something unusual. He had handed over evidence sufficient to sentence Yan Juanjuan to death, yet there hadn't been the slightest response.
Yao Zheng felt extremely conflicted, staring at Wang Zhantian as if silently seeking answers. "Find someone for me."
