Amazingly, Ling Qingyu had a research team hidden from the public, even from her. Zhao Xiurong had a sour taste. But it seemed like this girl confessed everything to her now.
Thinking in this way, Zhao Xiurong felt better. At least, this proved, Ling Qingyu considered her as a close confidante.
Although Ling Qingyu didn't study psychology, her sharp eyes because of recent biological improvements due to the bracelet, allowed her to notice any micro-expression Zhao Xiurong tried to hide.
Next, Ling Qingyu stood up and sat on the same seat as Zhao Xiurong, causing the two to squeeze. The former hugged the latter and rubbed her head, murmuring. "Sister Zhao, don't feel too bad."
"I don't feel bad. It's just somewhat uncomfortable." Zhao Xiurong understood, she had been seen. "You won't be Ling Qingyu if you don't guard others."
"Then, let me confess my guilt." Ling Qingyu stared at Zhao Xiurong, who gulped and lost control under the two watery eyes.
