Zhao Donglai took a deep breath, forcing out a smile that looked far worse than crying. He knew that facing Li Hao, any hardline tactics would be entirely futile. The seemingly ordinary young man held enough in his hands to keep him, the Municipal Party Committee Secretary, awake in sheer anxiety.
"Brother Li, what happened before was my fault. Let me offer my apologies." Zhao Donglai bowed slightly, a trace of imperceptible trembling in his tone.
Li Hao sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, toying with a coin in his hand. This was no ordinary coin; it was the "Fate Coin" rewarded by the System—a gentle flick could alter a person's fortune. He glanced casually at Zhao Donglai, a playful curve playing at the corner of his mouth.
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