Bai Lian tilted her face slightly, the slanting morning sun casting an ethereal glow on her profile, as cold as jade.
She gave a slight nod to the three people, then turned and walked out of the office with an air of calm detachment.
It was not about losing face.
She really didn't care about that business card.
Ren Qian had always been able to control his emotions, his every action aimed at ensuring his own welfare first and foremost.
To plug the gaps above and cover the bases below was the principle upon which he survived.
This reshuffling in Xiangcheng had unavoidably affected him, his misjudgment that Bai Lian could play the guzheng, let alone "The White Robed Journey," was something he had not anticipated.
But it wasn't as if Ren Qian had no remedy.
Now Ren Jiawei was eagerly trying to find a guzheng teacher for Bai Lian, and Ren Qian could tell that Bai Lian also wanted to seize this opportunity to leave a better impression on Elder Chen.
