Liu Zhizhong smiled bitterly, shook his head, "How could I ask? If I did, he might think I can't endure hardship, right? Might think I want him to help me out a bit!"
Qian Xuan nodded, with a serious face, "Your starting point is right. But from his surveillance of you, it seems the smiling tiger has a lot on his mind."
"It's well-hidden, that's true. On the surface, he's a smiling tiger; secretly, he's an old fox! Last time, when I drove the Maybach back to the Provincial City, he had someone install surveillance on me again, and the result was..."
Liu Zhizhong continued, recounting the surveillance incident that embarrassed Zheng Xitong.
Qian Xuan listened, his expression animated, bursting into laughter, almost hysterically.
