"Miss Cen, please spare our Zhang Bei's life. He was confused for a moment and he was young. Please let Mayor Gu let him go!"
With tears streaming down his face and no trace of manners at all, Cen Zhiqiao finally figured out that this man was Zhang Bei's father.
Her expression suddenly changed: "You are so young? He is very sober when he does bad things." She frowned and snorted coldly.
"Yes, yes, it doesn't matter that he is my godson, but Xiaobei has already been punished. Two fingers were broken. From now on, he will be half disabled. Please, please spare his life."
Cen Zhiqiao was shocked.
Two broken fingers? Did Gu Nianchen do it?
In shock, the door to the back room was already wide open, and Gu Nianchen walked out with a dark face. He glanced at Zhang Jiran who was kneeling on the ground, and then walked to Cen Zhiqiao's side.
"Go in." He said softly, as if the person kneeling on the ground was just an unrelated person.
Cen Zhiqiao grabbed his hand and glanced at Zhang Jiran, his eyes a little confused.
Only then did Gu Nianchen stop, looked back and said calmly: "I, Gu Nianchen, dare to touch a woman, isn't she very capable? In this case, don't act like you are begging for help, get out!"
Zhang Jiran panicked immediately: "Mayor Gu, my Xiaobei definitely doesn't know that Miss Cen is yours. Otherwise, even if you give him ten thousand courages, he wouldn't dare to do anything wrong. Just think that he has already been punished."
For my sake, let him live."
Trembling all over, he was almost speechless. Hearing this, Gu Nianchen raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Minister Zhang, are you mistaken? It is the legal responsibility to give him a way out. Who can I say?"
He is as arrogant as a king. Although he smiles, there is a chilling feeling of oppression.
Zhang Jiran was not stupid, and he immediately heard the hidden meaning: "So, Mayor Gu will definitely not interfere in this matter?"
"Ha--put aside your son's matter for now." Zhang Jiran's eyes lit up immediately, thinking that things were turning around, but Gu Nianchen just smiled and took a stack of information from secretary Zheng Xue, and glanced at it.
As soon as he raised his hands, they all flew to Zhang Jiran's head.
"As for you, Minister Zhang, you have made a lot of money during your more than ten years in office--"
His face turned pale for an instant. He never thought that not only would his plea fail, but he would be forced in. Looking at the thick pile of information on the ground, he made a desperate struggle: "Mayor Gu, there must be some misunderstanding in this.