As he spoke, he shifted his gaze away from the computer screen and leaned his elbow on Fu Xiyan's shoulder, resting most of his weight on Fu Xiyan.
Fu Xiyan's brows imperceptibly knitted slightly as he moved to the side.
"Ouch!" Tang Yichen, caught off-guard, nearly fell to the floor, stumbled a bit, and then steadied himself.
He then looked at Fu Xiyan with a slightly aggrieved expression.
"Don't you have any bones?" Fu Xiyan said in an indifferent tone.
"Stingy," Tang Yichen muttered under his breath, then found a seat and sat down.
Fu Xiyan's expression remained unchanged, replying to what Tang Yichen had just said, "Last time, they were after the experiment host body for the 317 gene, this time, they seem to have no reason to make a move."
