Of course, Li Qiao ultimately did not take Tang Yiting's advice.
What so-called essence of wisdom from the internet, that's clearly the dregs.
Li Qiao sorted out her feelings with a sigh and left the restroom.
Time had quietly moved on to half-past five.
With her head down, Li Qiao returned to the lab, inevitably catching sly glances from colleagues along the way.
She fiddled with the stray hairs on the top of her head and returned expressionlessly to her lab desk.
Sitting down, Li Qiao picked up a report and flipped through it, the words "ICG-001 inhibitor" glaringly conspicuous.
001...
Li Qiao slammed the report down on the desk with a slap, paused for two seconds, and curses about Tang Yiting floated through her mind.
Now, every time she saw 001, she thought of Okamoto 001.
...
Before six o'clock, Li Qiao received a call from Shang Yu.
"Still busy?" The man's steady voice sounded, though there seemed to be some noise through the receiver.
