"Do you know how to drive?"
Zhang Daniu shook his head, "No."
"...Then why did you drop me off here!"
When he placed his hands back on the steering wheel, a sharp pain suddenly surged, and it took a while to subside.
That day, Ye Tian was shot twice, then killed a man. Zhang Daniu looked at the man sweating continuously before him, and couldn't help but think of his own younger brother, paranoid and crazy, never resting until his goal was achieved. It was both an advantage and a disadvantage.
Who knows what he might do.
Probably Zuo Zhengyang never expected to see Ye Tian standing stupidly before him, nor had Ye Tian ever imagined standing casually before the Secretary of the Communist Party of Tianhe City.
The two unexpected encounters thus oddly faced each other.
