Ding Wenyang sighed, "It still has to be the chief disciple."
Bai Lian held a cloak in her hand, not wearing it; seeing the car parked outside, she recently spent time in the piano room late into the evening, so she hardly went back to the dorm.
She didn't go back today either.
In the driver's seat, Jiang Fulai's hands were crossed and resting on the steering wheel, the interior light casting deep and distinct features, always dressed in a cold, color-coordinated style.
Exquisite and lazy, meticulously handsome.
Bai Lian's mood lifted considerably at the sight.
As she got into the car, Jiang Fulai casually tapped the steering wheel, a nearly imperceptible frown showing his dissatisfaction with the time she left the laboratory, "What's keeping the freshmen so late?"
Even in his own laboratory, He Wen and the others were recently busy with a new project and had only just left.
