"You..." Sam's eyes widened. "You investigated Nia? And you asked about the blood type of Nia just now. Professor, what's your purpose?"
Harry did not speak. Her tall back faced Sam, making her seem even more mysterious.
"Also, last time... you didn't want to ask me about your phone number, did you?" Sam asked nervously, "You wanted to call me. I lived with Nia and worked with her almost at work. She shouldn't know you. What do you want to do, Professor? When did you investigate Nia? What do you want from her?"
"Miss, you have too many questions," Harry said, "I don't know which one to answer."
"You asked for love..."
"However, I can't answer any of your questions," he added. "After all, it involves my work secrets."
"worked secret?"
Isn't this Professor from the U.S.'s biological gene research center? His job...
