Master Cheng's turbid but spirited eyes stared at her with a regretful expression. "Are you really not free?"
She gave him an affirmative answer. "I really don't have time!"
At this moment, the people in Master Cheng's laboratory gasped. Their reactions were similar to Bo Jingxing's. Their expressions couldn't be described as one of shock. It was simply too complicated.
Master Cheng had taken the initiative to invite her, but Qiao Nian had rejected him twice.
Did she know Master Cheng's status in the domestic scientific research world?
Qiao Nian was still the same. She had her hands in her pockets and with her hoodie pulled up. Her snow-white face was wrapped under the hoodie, and her eyes were extraordinarily exquisite. She gave off a bandit aura and did not look like a good student. Her cynical aura was more like that of those ignorant and incompetent gangsters in school.
