"Thank you for your kindness!" Zhong Wenyi stood up, holding his briefcase, and then said, "Since I've chosen to persist, I will definitely keep going. For this matter, even if it costs me my reputation or my honor, I won't hesitate!"
"Ah, why must you do this?" Zhang Tianhua extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand.
"Because it is my duty," Zhong Wenyi said earnestly as he looked at Zhang Tianhua, "the fundamental duty of a lawyer."
Having said that, Zhong Wenyi turned around and walked out.
Zhang Tianhua felt his face burning; he felt himself blushing, turned red by Zhong Wenyi's words just now. He had once sworn oaths before the party flag and the national flag. Yet now, he has violated his oath, his duty, the five-pointed star above his head.
Zhang Tianhua sighed, his face showing helplessness.
Perhaps just as that saying goes, "When you're in the officialdom, you have no control over yourself."
