Li Li called Wu Xinghai, intending to find an outlet to vent his emotions. Instead, it became fuel to the fire, and he felt even more stifled inside.
With a dark expression, he left the cinema. He didn't want to eat with Wu Xinghai anymore, nor did he want to see Su Man. Going home meant facing his parents' questions, so he decided to head to the research institute instead.
The research projects at the institute had independent laboratories, but since it was Sunday, only one or two scattered upperclassmen were working there.
Li Li walked straight to his desk, turned on the computer, his gaze unfocused, unable to concentrate on the data stream flickering across the screen.
Scenes of Su Man's behavior today kept replaying in his mind—her shock, her anger, her sarcastic smile when her fury reached its peak, the way she swung her hand and walked away.
Was he really that terrible?
