Max suddenly put the coffee cup in his hand on the table with a bang.
"Hey, don't play the tragedy hero act with me." She stood up and picked up the coat hanging on the coat rack.
"With that expression on your face, it's like you've just sent your own child to the battlefield. Come on, let's not stay here."
Lin Yu'an looked up at her: "Where to?"
"My apartment, it's just behind the research center, a five-minute walk."
Max put on her coat and raised an eyebrow at him, "I've got a nice bottle of Laphroaig Whiskey there. I think what you need right now isn't coffee, but a bit of real painkiller."
They quickly arrived at Max's apartment, which was indeed a typical geek's room.
There wasn't much feminine decoration; the largest piece of furniture in the living room was a massive bookshelf stretching from floor to ceiling, crammed with thick professional books and scientific journals.
