บท 178: 178 is how many years?

This level of trust had reached such a great extent—what could Liu Zhizhong say?

He stared at Ma Xudong, somewhat in disbelief.

Yet Ma Xudong's eyes were misty with tears, looking at him earnestly, almost pleadingly.

Ah, the once Mayor who was the talk of the town, now in such a state, showing such an attitude towards his own secretary—it deeply moved Liu Zhizhong.

Ma Xudong gave a bitter smile, "I know, this puts you in a difficult position. Since Qingqing is still in university, her expenses are quite high, and with your financial capability, it's hard for you to bear. Besides, you have your own family; it's not very convenient."

"But, Zhizhong, her uncle is helpless, and can only ask you for help. You are honest and kind, loyal and courageous, capable of great things—I trust you."