Wang Ze got off the car with shaking legs.
As soon as he got off the car, he sat down on the ground, not even caring about the leaders who were still in the car.
He just kept staring between his legs.
Lao He was almost the same. With shaking hands, he took out a palm-sized wine bottle from his pocket and put it into his mouth tremblingly.
But his hands were shaking so badly that even though he held his right hand tightly with his left hand, he still didn't put the bottle in his mouth.
As the bottle of wine shook, the aroma of wine drifted into his nostrils, and Lao He gradually calmed down.
"Director Zhang..."
With his still trembling hands holding the bottle cap, Lao He used a lot of strength to control his hands that were not very obedient to his commands and stuffed the bottle into his pocket.
Zhang Ziwen was still in the car. His position was a bit tricky, as the bamboo poles inserted into the car body almost pinned him to the seat.
Well, Lao He didn’t find any blood on him, so he probably didn’t suffer any injuries…
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