Qiao An stepped forward, her delicate eyebrows twisting slightly, "What's wrong?"
Mu Jingxi took her hand and led her to the front yard, where the rising sun cast warm and yet not scorching rays.
It felt as if they were basking in a warm glow, as if coated in a layer of golden light.
And the man standing opposite Qiao An seemed to be in the midst of sacred light, his handsome features captivating and soul-stirring.
His noble brow furrowed slightly, a trace of worry in his voice, "Qiao An, the base just called, the scientific research project you're responsible for has encountered a bit of a problem."
"What?" When it came to her professional field, Qiao An's expression turned serious in a second.
Her demeanor became exceptionally solemn, "Tell me exactly what's happened, without omitting anything."
The phone call from the base had been extremely serious, and Mu Jingxi explained the situation in a gentle manner.
