Chang Chuan entered the room and found himself in a state of extreme fear, unable to think calmly.
He was only jolted to his senses after a scolding by Zhang Meilin.
Yes, the Disciplinary Committee hadn't put him under Shuanggui.
The words spoken by Zhang Meilin clearly left some room for negotiation.
"Secretary Zhang, I know I was wrong, please help me, could you?"
Zhang Meilin shook off his hand, lit a cigarette, and knitted his brows, looking very angry.
"Secretary Zhang..."
"Shut up!"
"Yes, I'll shut up."
Chang Chuan closed his mouth, sat without moving, and although he was still nervous, he wasn't as frightened as before.
He was thinking, analyzing.
The Disciplinary Committee had approached Zhang Meilin first, and Zhang Meilin must have spoken on his behalf, otherwise he wouldn't be safe and sound now.
Moreover, it seemed like Zhang Meilin intended to protect him.
