"Heh, you're still nervous?" Wen Xin looked at Ma Wenyuan's cautious expression and laughed coldly." You dragged Uncle Qian here as a lobbyist. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"
Ma Wenyuan smiled awkwardly when he saw that his thoughts had been read. He sat down and placed a piece of pork rib in Wen Xin's bowl.
"Miss, I have my reasons too. I couldn't sleep at night after hearing about what happened at Beijing University. I was really afraid that you would go to medical school because you were happy. You have to know that the two research institutes are still waiting for you to take over. I just wanted to make the first move."
"Miss, can you give priority to our own research institute? We're old. No matter how persistent we are, we can only do it for 20 years. You know how many projects the research institute has. Someone has to take over."
"Miss, I hope you can consider it."