Liu Zhizhong could only offer a modest smile and said, "Little Aunt Xin, this coffee-making is just a minor skill, hardly worth mentioning. Well, how about this, I'll make a trip to the hospital later and see what Old Secretary Li's attitude is! If he shields his nephew and Zhang Zhengchang, then we'll deal with them harshly! If he's reasonable and of high stature, should we let him off?"
"Okay! But you have to record it! Use my pen!"
Xiang Wenxin was quite in favor of this suggestion and pushed her recording pen forward from in front of her, saying, "Take this, Little Zhongzi. Put it in your pocket, it has automatic sensing in dark environments, press any key to record."
"Okay, sure!" Liu Zhizhong happily pocketed the sleek little recording pen. "Don't worry, Little Aunt Xin, I'll handle everything perfectly."
"You must do it well! Right now, you represent Uncle Xiang, you're like an envoy from the Xiang family, you can't fall short!"
