"You're going to give it a shot?" Luo Jiuwen was instantly stunned.
After all, this guy was different from him—he's a born-and-bred Yanbei Faction member, and in old-fashioned terms, a textbook loyalist. And now, even he was thinking about heading to Xilin?
"Shh, keep your voice down." Xin Zhenyang glared at Luo Jiuwen.
Fortunately, the conference room was noisy, with everyone talking among themselves, and no one paid attention to the two whispering in the corner.
"What's gotten into you?" Luo Jiuwen lowered his voice to ask.
"What's gotten into me? Do you expect me to pass on such a golden opportunity?" Xin Zhenyang replied, looking at Luo Jiuwen as if the question was absurd.
"But your mentor is still at Yanbei. And isn't your youth research grant from last year still unfinished?" Luo Jiuwen couldn't resist reminding him.
"Yeah, but Zhang has also advised me to at least give it a try. Zhang promised to speak up for me regarding the grant as well."
