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Old Master Zhou spoke earnestly, "Regarding today's matter, I can apologize."
Qiao Yun nodded, "I don't accept."
Old Master Zhou choked, the words that were about to leave his mouth got stuck in his throat, nearly suffocating him.
Facing Qiao Yun's unyielding attitude, the friendly expression on his face was on the verge of collapsing.
He didn't want to exchange pleasantries with Qiao Yun any longer and asked bluntly, "Has Professor Qiao thought it through, about the matter of cooperation..."
Before Old Master Zhou could finish, Qiao Yun directly said, "I refuse. If you want to save someone, go to Qiaose Research Institute."
Old Master Zhou's sharp gaze fixed on Qiao Yun, "Seeking Qiaose Research Institute is not more useful than finding Professor Qiao."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yun lifted her eyelids, looking straight at Old Master Zhou for the first time.
Old Master Zhou fearlessly met Qiao Yun's gaze.
