"This is a document sent by the Nobel Committee. This is sent by the International Biological Certification Alliance," As Zhang Yapin went through the pile, he picked up some of the letters from the stack of files on the table and pulled them aside. "...and these."
"My assistant will pick up these documents after." Jiang Chen looked at the documents with disdain. Afraid of trouble, he didn't flip through them. "Today I'm here not to deal with these troublesome trifles."
"What else?" Zhang Yaping put his hand on his head, visibly annoyed, feeling a headache.
"Well, something else," said Jiang Chen as he took out an envelope from his suit and put it on the table. With a reserved smile, he said, "Looks like I have to trouble you again."
Looking at the two dark circles on his eyes, Jiang Chen, who continued to trouble others, was rather embarrassed and felt guilty.
