When Qiu Xuezheng left, Minister Xu had a vague sense of unease in his heart.
Just as the director finished speaking, darkness seemed to fall before his eyes.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
"The applicant?" Minister Xu turned to the secretary-general and Ren Wanxuan a few steps away, "Miss Ren, didn't you say that Bai Lian was just a relative of your family? How did she become the applicant?"
Minister Xu's face was darker than the bottom of a pot.
He had finally gotten this opportunity, only to offend the most important person here because of a single remark from Ren Wanxuan.
Ren Qian, who had been observing with a cold eye, moved the corners of his lips slightly, finding it fantastical, "She is... the applicant?"
In his eyes, Bai Lian was someone completely unrelated to the Calligraphy Association, so how did she suddenly become the applicant?
Why hadn't the Ji Family let slip a word?
