"What do you want him to do?"
Cheng Daqi put down his fork and, like taking care of a child with a cognitive disability, began wiping Mi'er's mouth again.
How should I put it, such formulaic yet simple gestures of appeasement could actually have quite a healing effect.
"Mayor of San Rodolfo City—he has fame, credentials, and status. Honestly, he could try running for mayor of San Rodolfo City."
Well, the moment Mr. Cheng uttered these words, even Mi'er was so startled she couldn't finish eating her lover's grapes.
"Chan, are you joking with Wolf?"
Brother, are you this bold?
The Chairman also looked at Mr. Cheng with confusion.
Old Crusoe might have some qualifications, but his foundation is laughably thin. California Elephant Party doesn't have the resources to not only support Wolf but also push Old Crusoe into the position of mayor of San Rodolfo City.
