At this moment, there are two people in the minister's office: Ma Xiaocheng and deputy team leader Ma Xianglan.
Ren Zhong knocked on the door.
The door opened, and it was Ma Xianglan who opened it.
She had a somewhat peculiar expression, "Mr. Ren, please come in."
Ren Zhong stood outside the door, not moving his feet.
Ma Xianglan: "Mr. Ren?"
Ren Zhong blinked, "As an outsider, it seems more appropriate to discuss matters standing outside the door."
Ma Xianglan's expression froze.
What must come will eventually come.
Recalling her sarcastic tone yesterday, she felt her face flush and was extremely embarrassed.
She thought Ren Zhong would at most linger here for a few days, then give up, showing the minister's regard for him was meaningless and a waste of resources.
Then she, Ma Xianglan, could naturally advance further.
Unexpectedly, the slap in the face came so quickly and fiercely.
Not just her, but even Ma Xiaocheng, who personally brought Ren Zhong in, was surprised.
