The utmost dedicated research group, consisting of twelve people online, including He Wen, didn't dare to speak.
Their eyelashes hung low, and even through the screen, the others could feel the piercing chill emanating from behind Young Master Jiang's light-colored eyes shielded by his glasses.
When Bai Lian entered, Jiang Fulai was cleansing the laboratory with ruthlessness. He paused at the sight of the figure outside the door.
He pressed the mute button, his hand resting on the desk as he slowly lifted his head, "What is this?"
Bai Lian placed the milk tea Shen Qing had given to him beside him, knowing he had turned off the mute at his speaking, "Aunt made the milk tea, give it a try."
"Okay," the indifference on his face slightly softened as Jiang Fulai's fingers touched the milk tea cup, "Do Ning Xiao and the others have any issues?"
"No," Bai Lian shook her head, "You go on with your meeting."
She closed the door of the study and left.
