When Zhang Mengping walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion, Prime Minister Lin was just about to rest.
The old monkey without a tail looked at the visitor with a face full of surprise, "It's so late, why are you here?"
For someone like Zhang Mengping, an Old Candle Dragon, it was actually inappropriate to meet a figure of the Prime Minister's level so late at night, because both parties would have to file reports afterward. The Candle Dragon Hall had to review them, the Heavenly Master Mansion needed to know, and even the Chief of Internal Security had to look over them.
"It's regarding the matter of Durin and Sun Guanzhi." Zhang Mengping provided an answer that seemed quite natural.
"Them, huh? It's just you who came. That shouldn't be right." Hearing about this matter, Prime Minister Lin, who initially had a furrowed brow, nodded, though he still felt puzzled.
