The five workdays flew by, and Su Wen and Wang Xuejun's team had a busy week, but finally, the weekend arrived.
That day, after Su Wen stepped out of the sterile lab and shed his white lab coat, he took out his phone and turned off silent mode, immediately seeing a barrage of accumulated notifications erupting with 'dings.'
Su Wen opened his messages, and the first ones to pop up were those from Bai Kemeng.
"You deadbeat, you haven't come to see me in a whole week, did you miss me?" Below Bai Kemeng's messages were three photos designed to set pulses racing.
Those were photos of a pair of beautiful legs dressed in black and white three-colored stockings, taken in front of a mirror, which Su Wen knew without asking belonged to Bai Kemeng. Could an old pervert like him mistake such tantalizing legs after all?
