In an instant, Liu Zhizhong's face turned unsightly, and a feeling of inexplicable insult rushed to his heart.
Of course, he understood everything now, pointing at the newspaper he said, "Secretary Zhang, is it really okay for you to do this? This is the result of several sleepless nights of hard work, and you put your nephew's name as the author?"
Fucking hell, it was already bad enough that the work I slaved over was credited to Zhang Yuxing— I could bear being subjected to the lechery and power of the female City Committee standing committee member.
But as it turned out, I was actually making a wedding dress for my nemesis Zhang Hongyang, helping that damned dog.
Getting an article on a provincial newspaper like this is hugely beneficial for promotions and advancements; it's a major asset for intellectual construction.
Zhang Yuxing couldn't help but feel joyful inside when she saw the look on Liu Zhizhong's face, with a spring-like smile blossoming on her face.