There were five withdrawal applications on the table.
Lu Zhou looked at Fat Wu who was wearing an awkward expression.
Fine.
I guess the twelve slaves have become seven…
Lu Zhou took up the resignation application and glanced at it.
Li Ruizhe?
Emm…
I don't know him at all.
"This is my fault," said Fat Wu as he put out the cigarette and threw it in the bin. He sighed, "I just want to get more workers, but I forgot about the internal problems."
"It's not entirely your fault, it's my fault as well," said Lu Zhou as he put down the withdrawal application. He sighed softly and said, "There are five applications for resignation. I don't remember four of these names. Also, I've been busy with science research, I didn't care enough…"
As the president of the club, not knowing the names of club members was an ignorant move.
Also, they were not just club members, they were his friends.