Thinking about Zhaxi, Yang Ping remembered the case at the Provincial Hall, it was probably solved by now, though he didn't want to dwell on it. At the time, it was just meant to hone Zhaxi's logical thinking skills.
"Professor, do you see any other issues, aside from the new administrative building matter? Then I'll take my leave, Dean Xia and the others will have to bear with the inconvenience. There's nothing we can do; we're out of space, and several returning Chinese scholars need the laboratory." Tang Shun stood up to leave, surrounded by a heap of tasks. If he weren't a time management master, he'd be overwhelmed.
Yang Ping waved his hand: "Go ahead, close the door for me... actually, never mind, leave it open. I'll take a walk."
After Tang Shun left, Yang Ping visited the emergency center; it had been a while since he'd taken a look around here. Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, Xia Shu... they had all branched out and it had been some time since their departure.
"Professor?"
