Pedro Langley sighed, naturally found her phone, the screen lit up, he glanced at it, paused for a moment, and then handed the phone to Nora Scott.
Nora Scott lay on her side, squinting at the screen.
It was a system message from the Biel Hall internal app, meaning the audit was canceled.
She unlocked it with her fingerprint, went into the software backend, logged in, and indeed could check the detailed status of the request form.
After putting away the phone, Nora Scott said slowly, "Hey, I discovered you have a strength."
"What is it?"
"You write application forms exceptionally well."
"..."
As the grand president, Pedro Langley expressed that he did not appreciate this kind of compliment at all.
After a few seconds, seeing Pedro Langley didn't respond, Nora Scott lightly furrowed her brow and mumbled a reminder: "Pedro, I'm complimenting you."
"My mom hasn't needed flattery in twenty years." Pedro was helpless, directly asking, "What do you need to write?"
