Dong's Stigma!
Evening.
The night sky stretched endlessly, dotted with twinkling stars.
Dong Xuebin had not eaten yet. After buying a pile of vegetables, chicken, duck, fish, and meat at the supermarket, he thought for a moment, then cheerfully grabbed several bottles of liquor and paid. Driving his Mercedes toward the County Party Committee Family Compound, he called Xie Huilan on the way. "Hello, Sister Xie, are you still mad at me? Hey, wasn't I forced into it by the circumstances? Someone dared to give me attitude right in front of me and make things difficult for me. How could I let him off? Beating him up was going easy on him. Don't be mad, okay? I promise I'll watch my image from now on." He had no idea how many times he had made that promise, but he had never once kept it.
Xie Huilan said with a smile, "Oh? I thought you'd never admit it, even if they beat you to death."
Dong Xuebin laughed. "I might be able to fool other people, but I can't fool you. If I said I wasn't the one who hit him, I doubt anyone would believe it anyway."
Mom's call had made Dong Xuebin understand many things. There were probably three people in the world who knew him best: Luan Xiaoping, Yun Xuan, and Xie Huilan. Even if Dong Xuebin could deceive everyone else, he had no way of muddling through in front of those three. The main reason was that they knew him too well. To put it rather crudely, the moment he stuck out his butt, they knew what kind of fart he was about to let loose. So Dong Xuebin simply came clean.
"Hui Lan, I made you worry this time. Well, all I can do is treat