Just as Li Qiao had mentioned, for the following four to five days, she was busy in the lab preparing for the academic conference.
Although it was called a conference, with the support of research institutions and the medical council, the selected labs were all straining to compete for rankings.
Academic exchanges, medical discussions, and comparisons of financial resources and achievements were made, not limited to a single field.
That day, Li Qiao left the laboratory building at eleven at night, her body exhausted.
Lian Zhen walked beside her, shoulder to shoulder. The two of them didn't speak. Only occasionally did he glance at his mobile phone, seemingly preoccupied.
Li Qiao, not one to talk much, looked even more worn out with her brows and eyes cast downward.
"Xiao Li, take a look at this," Lian Zhen said as he handed his phone over to her.
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow and glanced at it. Her gaze paused, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "Did you take this?"
