9:00 a.m.
Municipal Party Committee Family Compound, Yang residence.
The scent of dish soap wafted through the air as the dishes and chopsticks were washed clean one by one.
After finishing up, Dong Xuebin came out of the kitchen and glanced at Yang Zhaode, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa. His lips moved, but he could not bring himself to say it. He was torn—how was he supposed to put it? Dong Xuebin valued his pride above all else. His old leader was in trouble, and he truly wanted to help her. Besides, if Xu Yan could come to Fenzhou City as director of the State Security Bureau, it would be a huge help to Dong Xuebin too—an absolute win-win. But... it looked like he would have to signal Mom. The two of them had depended on each other for so many years that Luan Xiaoping would know her son needed something from just one look.
Finding an excuse, Luan Xiaoping followed her son into the kitchen.
After gently closing the door, Luan Xiaoping looked at him. "What is it?" Dong Xuebin gave an embarrassed smile and lowered his voice. "Mom, um... would it be inappropriate if I asked Old Yang to help me with something?" Luan Xiaoping blinked. "Did something happen?" Dong Xuebin said, "I told you about Deputy Director Xu Yan, right? She put in a lot of effort for me before, but things have not been going well at work lately. She wants to come to our city. Didn't Uncle Yang just say the director's position at the State Security Bureau is vacant? So Director Xu..."
Luan Xiaoping nodded. "You should repay kindness. That's only right."
"But should I just ask Old Yang directly?" Dong Xuebin was afraid their relationship had not reached that point