Ugh, Su Siming is so smarmy!
"Weren't you going to buy breakfast? Hurry up and go!"
"Aren't you coming with us?" Su Siming asked expectantly.
"No, I'm not!"
Zhang Zhilan turned heartlessly and went to the lounge.
Discouraged, Su Siming turned back. "If she's not going, then I'll have to trouble Miss Yan An to help me buy the food!"
「In the conference room.」
An Yan's computer was on, and several sheets of white paper were spread out on the table in front of her. They were covered in densely packed notes she had written early that morning—equations, molecular formulas, diagrams, and medicine names.
Ya Zhuo picked up one of the sheets and looked at it, then realized he couldn't understand any of it. "Professor An, what are you calculating?"
