"Wait, the girl Yuanbo tried to chat up was Jian Shuyue?" Zhong Liyun, who had been listening all along, asked incredulously.
Of course she knew who Jian Shuyue was, which was why she could not believe her nephew had been that unlucky.
Xue Baoguo nodded gravely. "Hou Xiangyang even advised me to apologize to Jian Shuyue. Otherwise, Zhou Yi would put Yuanbo in the detention center!"
Zhong Liyun exploded at once. "He wouldn't dare!"
"He certainly would," Xue Baoguo said helplessly. "And I'm afraid he already has!"
Trembling with anger, Zhong Liyun blurted out recklessly, "What is Hou Xiangyang playing at? Is he planning to sit back and enjoy the show? And he wants us to apologize? Is this because the old man is ill and in the hospital?"
"Shut up!" Xue Baoguo snapped coldly.
He was no Song Penghui; he was not afraid of his wife. Hearing her speak so rashly, he immediately stopped her.
Xue Baoguo calmly weighed the pros and cons. Yuanbo was in Zhou Yi's hands, and Hou Xiangyang also believed they had been in the wrong. Under those circumstances, getting Yuanbo out...
They would either have to use other connections to pressure Zhou Yi or do as Hou Xiangyang said and apologize.
After thinking it over, he decided to try once more. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Tingyou, I need to ask you a favor. I know you're on good terms with Provincial Governor Lan Kun. Could you help me... All right, all right. I'll wait to hear from you."
Then he turned to his wife and urged her with a frown, "What are you standing there for? Call your brother. Weren't he and Cheng Zhixing classmates at the Party School?"
Right! Zhong Liyun snapped out of her daze. How had