Attracted two front desk snickers.

Emma gave the two of them a cold look, and the snickering stopped.

After Asano Ryotong greeted the gate, Emma led Asano Ryo to the inside and said, "I'm the assistant to Minister Winnie, Emma. Minister Winnie is your immediate superior, but you can't go to her directly. If there is anything wrong with Jieliu, you need to report to me first, and I will pass it on to the minister."

"But the problems in your life are not within the scope of our responsibility to me, but minors always have preferential treatment, so you can ask me for help."

She speaks neither too fast nor too slow, revealing the calmness she has experienced in the workplace, and her attitude towards others is neither too far nor too close, just right.

Ryo Asano followed Emma through the wide and winding corridors, one office after another, and finally stopped outside the deepest and largest office.

Boom!

Emma knocked on the office door, "Minister, our new colleague is here to report."

office. A cold and stern voice came from inside: "Come in."

Assistant Emma pushed open the glass door, looked at Ryo Asano with a smile, and beckoned her to go in.

Winnie Berent, the eighth-level thunder mage Ryo Asano took a deep breath, stepped into the office with a sullen face. .

The first thing that appeared in front of her eyes was the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and outside was the tightly flowing river known as the economic lifeline of New York County.

On the right is the living room, with high-end sofas, wine crystal cabinets, and a bar counter. Western oil paintings and Chinese ink paintings are hung on the walls, and potted plants are used for decoration.

On the left is a large and spacious desk. Behind the desk is a woman wearing an exquisite workplace suit. She looks to be in her thirties, which is the sexiest and most mature stage of a woman.

Slightly curly long chestnut hair draped over the shoulders, a high nose, deep eyes, and a gracefully curved face line, outlining the delicate and three-dimensional facial features.

Her skin is pale, like a layer of frost, her long and straight eyebrows paired with deep eyes, coupled with the facial curves that are not soft enough for Westerners, make her look cold and majestic.

Ryo Asano forgot her beauty for a short while, feeling like she was instinctively holding her breath in front of the stern teacher Ryuzakiichi, a little restrained.

Winie Berent glanced at Ryo Asano, took out a copy from the pile of documents on the left, opened it, and said while reading, "It says in the document that you used to be a member of Yuanshi Tianzun's gang?"

Mentioning the words "Yuan Shi Tian Dao", Asano Ryo felt a burst of sadness in his heart, his restrained mood faded away, and he said in a low voice, "Yes."

Minister Wei Ni was keenly aware of her sadness, and said lightly: "Did he tell you that he is the descendant of the Demon Lord?"

ah? ! Ryo Asano froze, dumbfounded.

Seeing her expression, Winnie knew the answer, and continued to ask, "How is your status in the gang?"

Asano Ryo didn't answer, it took him a full minute to digest the news, and then he said in words: "The gang members are very close, and there is no clear class division. Although I am the lowest in the class, they don't look down on me."

Wei Ni nodded indifferently, and looked at her with deep eyes: "In the world of spirit walkers, apart from lovers and parents, the closest people are gang members. Before Yuanshi Tianzun returned to the spirit realm, did he explain anything and leave anything thing?"

After a pause, she said, "Like a Ray portable speaker."

Ryo Asano looked blank: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

A look of disappointment flashed in Winnie's eyes, and she asked again: "I hope you can provide the list of Yuanshi Tianzun's gang members."

Ryo Asano subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she held back, bowed and said, "Minister Wei Ni, I hope to consult their opinions first."

Winnie nodded slightly: "Reply as soon as possible, you should leave."

"I want the delivery audio of the devil and Winnie." In the bedroom, Zhang Yuanqing was holding the Elvis stereo, like a believer who made great wishes. The Elvis speaker lay quietly in his palm, ignoring it. JrNovels.com