"Why do I feel that this is part of your plans..." Lin Sanjiu let out a long sigh. She felt a slight itch to hit and fight with someone. Qian Zhengguan, who was sitting beside her, seemed to sense something and laughed sheepishly, trying to prove that he meant no harm.
Even though he was just... half... a Consular Officer, his ability was simply too crappy. It was basically a sh*tty ability.
"I wouldn't care if you could only issue seven visas. At most, I wouldn't get one from you." Lin Sanjiu held her face in her hands. Her words came out a little muffled through her fingers, "But, why is the destination of EVERY single visa different?"
