The girl could not stand it anymore and interrupted him. "No need."
He suddenly shut up and stared at the girl's face, very unhappy that Qiao Nian had interrupted him so rudely.
Qiao Nian walked up to him and bent down to pick up the folder. Under the gaze of him and the other two members of the Privy Council, she walked to the trash can and released the folder.
Then, the girl turned around, put her hands in her pockets, and looked at the three people sitting on the sofa arrogantly. "I'm not going to the Privy Council anymore."
Then, she turned to leave the office.
The hook-nosed old man had never experienced such a situation before. He stood up and stopped the girl. "Do you know that the Privy Council is not a place you can enter just because you want to? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You don't cherish it…"
The girl stopped at the door, but she was too lazy to look back.
