Chenhui Building, the laboratory on the fourth floor.
"The weather is really hot. When will there be artificial rain…" Hong Dali listlessly lay on the chair as he lowered his head. "How can I live in this weather, it's uncomfortable even with air-conditioning…"
Tang Muxin also felt that artificial rain was really very necessary. The big sun outside was extremely hot, and just by looking at it would hurt the eyes. The little lass grumbled at a side, "Summer is really not easy to get past. Dali, why don't I go rush them?"
"I've already rushed them…" Hong Dali was very dispirited. "The production is still slow, and the key is that there's a fixed amount of production volume…"
When he spoke up to this point, suddenly, a feminine and gentle voice sounded from the entrance. "May I know whether Hong Dali is here?"
