"..." Haitang's eyes were full of anger. She looked at the father and son warily without saying a word. Her eyes were full of murderous intent, and there was some fear in the murderous intent.
"Forget it, you should have a good rest!" Director Zhang waved his hand, turned to Zhang Ziyang and said: "Ziyang, come with me!"
"Dad, that Haitang..." Zhang Ziyang was afraid that his vagina would fly away before it reached his mouth, so he was nervous. Director Zhang glared at him and said, "Are you a little ambitious? There are people watching outside.
Come on, what are you afraid of, really!"
"Yes!" Zhang Ziyang nodded hurriedly, and then followed Director Zhang out. The two of them walked to the door. Director Zhang stood in the corridor, frowned, looked at Zhang Ziyang seriously, and asked: "Where did that thing on Haitang's neck come from?
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"Dad, how could I know this? Maybe it was given by Mr. and Mrs. Hai Siqiang!" Zhang Ziyang shook his head helplessly. How could he know these things? Zhang Ziyang hated his father's little thoughts and was deeply afraid of his own.
Dad would get involved with his own woman, so he was very guarded against Director Zhang.
"Impossible!" Director Zhang frowned, his face ashen, and said, "I'm afraid you don't know this thing. The whole of China can count them on their fingers!"
"Dad, what on earth is this?" Zhang Ziyang was stunned. Looking at his father's face, he seemed to feel that something was wrong with this thing. He hurriedly asked: "Isn't it just a pendant? What are you afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid of this pendant. Do you know what that thing symbolizes?" Director Zhang frowned and was very irritated. When he saw the medal just now, he couldn't believe it. It wasn't until he held it in his hand that he
Only then did he realize that it was really the supreme existence in his imagination. Director Zhang sighed and said, "This thing has not appeared for many years. I didn't expect that I saw it today!"
"Dad, what is it?" Zhang Ziyang was slightly nervous and his expression was a little fearful, as if he had heard some supernatural story.
Director Zhang suddenly looked up at the ceiling, exhaled a breath, and said: "I'm afraid the honor and power behind this thing are not something ordinary people can know. I'm afraid there are no more than ten gold medals in China. It is
