Liu Zhizhong took one look at the other person's face and thought to himself: Old bastard, I'm the hundred-billion traffic king who got on trending interviews, and here I am to see you; aren't you freaking happy about it?
Of course, he still wore a full, friendly smile as he strode towards Zhang Zhengchang.
Zhang Zhengchang stood his ground, straining to stand up straight, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression steely, as he instructed the young nurse to sit and wait for him in the pavilion 20 meters away.
Soon, Liu Zhizhong approached, and Zhang Zhengchang, with a dark look on his face, said, "The matter's already settled, so what are you doing here? Zhang Zhengchang did everything he could; the Zhao family shouldn't go too far. What more do you want from me, huh?"
Well, he even had the gall to be self-righteous, with a residual air of officialdom.
