The man's deep, magnetic voice sounded beside her ear, his warm breath even brushing against it.
But nothing was more shocking than what Shen Zueran had just revealed.
BOOM!
It was as if a massive thunderclap had just gone off.
'He figured it out.'
Ah!
'He actually figured it out.'
A huge wave of shame sent hot blood rushing to her head, and her delicate, pale earlobes instantly turned crimson.
Yu Lan's lips trembled, and she was about to apologize instinctively.
Zhao Song, who had reached the doorway, turned around in confusion when he realized Yu Lan hadn't followed. He called out to hurry her along:
"Lanlan? Why aren't you keeping up?"
"How about I show you your workstation in the lab? You can see if you need anything, and I'll have someone bring it over for you in a bit."
The words on the tip of Yu Lan's tongue vanished into the air, left unspoken.
