Liu Zhizhong gently wrapped his arm around Zhang Qixiang's neck and said, "Why so tense? I'm not the Disciplinary Inspection Committee. I promised your dad, I'll keep to my own business and won't mess with your brother, as long as he doesn't start anything with me. In this circle, whose money isn't laundered? After laundering, whose money doesn't go out again?"
Zhang Qixiang was silent for a moment, "You talk like you're really capable, making promises to my dad as if he was the one asking you for a favor?"
"Hey, isn't it true? Your dad really did ask me for a favor, don't doubt it!"
"I don't believe it!"
"Go home and ask him! If you have the guts, go home and tell him you're my woman. I guarantee he won't say a word, maybe just have a sour face and sigh, that'll be it."
"You..."
