Rong Xian'an watched his wife and daughter walk away, then turned back, "Mr. Bai..."
Bai Su nodded slightly, shook the youth's fingers, then put one hand in his pocket and stood up, speaking with aristocratic courtesy, "You go ahead."
Rong Xian'an replied with a hum.
Once all unrelated personnel left, he suddenly turned his head, his expression solemn, "Rong Zhi, what on earth is going on?"
Rong Zhi had already put the card away. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, sat in a boss-like manner with her legs crossed, and her demeanor was extremely lackadaisical, "That's about it."
Rong Xian'an: "..."
He frowned and spoke sternly, as if advising, "Rong Zhi, I'm not joking with you. Do you not understand what the Mechanical Engineering Institute represents? The people who get in there are talents cultivated by the state. You must clearly explain the origin of this card of yours, or how can we help you?"
