In the Scientific Research Institute, he was a figure of considerable stature. When people described him, the adjectives were always serious and stern, showing no interest in matters beside him, as if devoid of human warmth.
Although as his wife, Zhong Mingjia was very aware that he wasn't arrogant—simply slow to anything not related to his research. Being the youngest at home, his two elder brothers could handle anything, and all he needed to do was focus on what he enjoyed.
It was probably because of such an environment that he had developed this kind of personality.
Even though she knew, seeing it out of the blue, Zhong Mingjia really wanted everyone to take a look.
Who exactly was this pitiful little thing huddled in the corner?
Wasn't he just asked to to go out and inquire if those two students who were still there had been injured? How come he returned looking so aggrieved?
He had barely started speaking.
