Song Fan was somewhat uncertain; the person in front of her didn't seem like the same person who had won the international chemistry award two years ago.
Wu Yong was undoubtedly a genius in the field of chemistry, and he also understood pharmacology. Since winning the international award, Song Fan had collaborated with him once during a week in a foreign laboratory, after which he had completely disappeared. Even with a reward from the Mist, no one had found Wu Yong.
"Hehe, you still recognize me?" Wu Yong took off his glasses, and Song Fan was alarmed. His eyes were abnormal, with the left one showing signs of whiteness.
"Did I scare you? This ghostly appearance of mine is quite normal for scaring people." Wu Yong laughed self-deprecatingly, but there was an unmistakable bitterness on his face.
Song Fan wanted to ask about his eyes, but considering they had only cooperated for a week in a foreign lab, this was not something she should inquire about.
