Apart from Luo Yao, the think tank members who could be in this room
had pretty much all frowned during this period.
Not a single person was without a furrowed brow.
"Luo Yao, Luo Yao..."
Inside the room.
Luo Ping, who sat in the place of honor, had temporarily finished dealing with his political affairs at hand.
He silently picked up the cup of tea that had been sitting on the table for who knows how long.
While bringing the cup to his lips, he drank in big gulps.
At the same time, he turned his head to whisper to Luo Yao, who was seated beside him.
Even because he was somewhat overtaxed these days,
his voice sounded somewhat hoarse.
Even though he had moistened his throat with tea,
the slight hoarseness in his voice still didn't disappear.
"What?"
Luo Yao put down the political affairs in his hand and lifted his head.
He looked bewilderedly at Luo Ping, the Family Head beside him.
"Have you taken care of the matters I assigned to you earlier?"
