"What's wrong with the councilman?" Zhang Ronghua teased. There wasn't any wind last night, so why was one of his front teeth missing?"
"You don't have to worry!"
He flung his sleeves and left with his men with a gloomy face.
Lu Junxiu closed the door and said,"Milord, do you need this subordinate's help?"
"You can?"
Lu Junxiu shook his head. His attitude was worthy of affirmation."No! However, he could learn it and share the burden with the adults."
"You may leave!"
"This subordinate will take his leave!"
Zhang Ronghua carried the stack of memorials and placed them on the desk. He sat on a chair and dipped a pen in ink. He was about to deal with the memorials. He was not dissatisfied. These were all qualifications that would be used in the Ministry of Personnel's assessment in the future.
The more He Wenxuan sent over, the better his qualifications would be. When that day came, he would be scared to death.
