On one side, Xiang Wenxin truly had deleted the recording.
On the other, Liu Zhizhong arrived at the restroom door, twisted the doorknob, and oh snap—
Li Tanglu inside had locked the door from within; it simply wouldn't open.
Liu Zhizhong knocked on the door and called out, "Old Secretary, are you alright? Could you please open the door?"
From inside, Li Tanglu fell silent for a bit, turned off the water, and while wiping his face with a towel, said, "It's nothing, Zhizhong, nothing at all, I'm fine…"
"Old Secretary, sorry about this matter, it really is…"
"It's nothing, it's nothing… I'm fine…"
As Li Tanglu spoke, he opened the door still with reddened eyes.
This old man, his mental fortitude was truly remarkable; by now he had a calm expression on his face and clapped Liu Zhizhong on the shoulder, "Let's go, Zhizhong, I'll tell you about the past."
"Uh… you're still going to talk? Secretary Li, let's just leave it, shall we?"
Liu Zhizhong was completely dumbfounded.
