Jacob looked at the envelope and explained in a low voice, "It was given by the same person."
Quentin fiddled with the yellow envelope, in no hurry to open it. Instead, he looked meaningfully at the person in the high position. "Oh? What a coincidence. We were talking about her, and here she comes."
Her?
Nie Qingru's expression changed slightly. She couldn't tell if Quentin was referring to her or just 'her' as in the documents. In short, her expression did not look too good. "Archbishop, this is the Privy Council. Don't open everything any Tom, Dick, or Harry sends."
"Is that so?" Quentin seemed to be deliberately opposing her. He casually tore open the envelope and said with a smile, "I think I can take a look."
Nie Qingru's face instantly darkened, her expression uncertain.
There were still so many people in the hall. More than 10 pairs of eyes watched her every move.
