About half an hour had passed when the discussion meeting ended.
Li Qiao went to the tea room to wash cups and, looking at Lian Zhen who was making coffee beside her, asked, "When will the exchange conference be held?"
She had only just found out that Renhe Laboratory's application materials had passed the review of the scientific research institute and successfully made it into the exchange conference.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but Li Qiao remembered that the vice-chairman of the Medical Council was Shang Qiongying.
This time in Parma, when Shang Fu had her misfortune, she never showed herself once.
The classic sacrifice-the-pawn-to-save-the-chariot tactic.
At that moment, Lian Zhen, stirring his coffee with a spoon, answered with warm eyes, "It should be in the middle of July, so there's about half a month left."
Li Qiao nonchalantly raised her eyebrows and continued washing the cups, her gaze, however, became much more distant.
