On the way back to Lingjiang, Zheng Bihui's face darkened to the extreme.
Li Zhuang, that damn dog, had actually sold him out!
Moreover, as soon as he got back to the city, the Disciplinary Committee was going to ask to talk to him.
That was the normal procedure.
Regardless of whether Li Zhuang's report today was about him, Secretary Lu, or another standing committee member.
Being reported, and with a real-name report at that, this kind of summons was a process that had to be followed.
Suppressing his anger, Zheng Bihui reflected on the years he had dealt with Li Zhuang.
Li Zhuang was his dog, but the dirty work he had done was really not much.
Just arranged a few women, that was all.
That belonged to personal private life misbehavior, and after so many years, he didn't believe Li Zhuang could have corresponding evidence in hand.
Without evidence, mere words were groundless, just slander.
The only thing he was worried about was dealing with Song Guanchao.
