Early the next morning, the message about Zhao Ziqiang's parents sheltering his son from traffic accident began to turn around.

It worked well. Zhao Ziqiang called me at noon.

I think he must have been provoked, so after I got on the phone, I pressed the recording function. Who knows if there will be any excessive retaliation after his anger, or leave a proof.

"Yu Hao, you really don't know how to live or die," he said angrily. "You dare to poke this matter into my dad's house!"

It seems that our delivery to the provincial Party committee has been effective. His father probably knows about it. Although his writing...