Wu Tong passed a photo to Li Qingcang and said, "Qingcang, take a look at this."
Li Qingcang took over the photo. The person in the photo was a handsome middle-aged man. He was around 50 years old. Perhaps it was because he stayed in the laboratory for an extended time, but his skin was a little pale. His eyes beneath his black-framed glasses were very gentle.
"Mom, do you think this old man could be trying to pursue you?"
Wu Tong nodded.
"Mom, if you like this old man, then you should accept him."
If Wu Tong wanted to look for love again, Ye Tianxin would raise both her hands in agreement.
She felt like it was a complete waste of time for a woman as good as Wu Tong to follow Li Hang for so long.
"I've never thought about getting married again."
The embarrassment on Wu Tong's face only lasted for a moment before she returned to her usual coolness and dignified expression again.
