Xu Nanjing's lips pursed slightly, but he remained silent.
Among them, he was the one who knew Scholar Ma the best.
In the study,
Bai Lian sat on the sofa, while Jiang Fulai put down what he was handling, squatted beside the coffee table, handed her the mobile phone, and leisurely began to make tea.
Bai Lian uttered a sound of acknowledgment.
She bowed her head, scrolling through WeChat on her phone.
A pile of unread messages.
She glanced at them. There were messages from Ning Xiao and Pu Xiaohan, and also from Director Huang and You Xinzheng…
"Professor You will give you Scholar Ma's personal seal," Jiang Fulai said calmly as he steeped the tea, and then poured the brewed tea into a white porcelain cup; the color was very clear, "There will be many people at the memorial, do you want to take over?"
He looked up, his light-colored eyes quietly observing her.
If she did not want to take over, he would let this farce end.
