Seeing how deferential Huang Zhiwen was to Chen Fan, Tang Yonglai felt quite uneasy sitting in Huang Zhiwen's car, with his heart stuck in his throat. He tried to speak several times, but he couldn't muster the courage to do so.
After a while, Huang Zhiwen took out a type of Zhongnanhai cigarette, that was not sold on the market. Tang Yonglai quickly lit it for him, hesitated a bit, and then asked, "Mayor Huang, he is a descendant of the Chen family in the Capital City, right?"
"Hmm." Huang Zhiwen lightly blew out a puff of smoke and nodded.
Although he had prepared himself, seeing Huang Zhiwen's nod of confirmation made Tang Yonglai frown even deeper, and the worry in his eyes also intensified.
"Yonglai, I know you want me to help you, but…unfortunately, I can't in this matter." Huang Zhiwen sighed, "You know about my son's leg being broken? He did it."
As soon as these words fell, a deep hatred flashed in Huang Zhiwen's eyes.