The next day, at the Imperial International Airport.
Zheng Ren had a standard fake smile on his face as he saw Dr. Mehal's assistant pushing a wheelchair into his field of vision.
He waved his hand, and professor Rudolf Wagner jogged to Dr. Mehal's side like an excited rabbit.
"Rich kids are too LOW class. They're too eager." Su Yun said softly.
"It's not his fault. The rich kids were probably dying to win the Nobel Prize. Now that they've finally gotten a chance, it's no wonder they're worried." Zheng Ren smiled as he conversed with Su Yun in a low voice.
When the professor pushed the wheelchair in front of Zheng Ren, Dr. Mehal was sitting in the wheelchair with his arms open.
Zheng Ren stepped forward, bent down, and gave Dr. Mehal a hug in a slightly strange posture.
"Zheng, what you've done is truly shocking." Dr. Mehar whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.
Zheng Ren didn't say anything and just smiled.
