Meanwhile, in the first research group.
Han Qi gently knocked on Director Feng's door and, after hearing a "Come in," he carefully pushed the door open.
"Director Feng?"
At this moment, Director Feng was buried in his work, but Han Qi could still vaguely see his receding hairline.
"Hmm, what is it?"
Director Feng glanced up at Han Qi, then lowered his head again.
Han Qi cleared his throat twice, "Director Feng, the proposal."
He had just been severely reprimanded by Director Feng last weekend, and although two days had passed, Han Qi was not sure if Director Feng had cooled off yet. Fearing that any misstep in his words might rub Director Feng the wrong way, he spoke with utmost caution.
Director Feng seemed surprised, "Proposal? What proposal?"
"Pfft!"
Han Qi nearly spat out blood, so you've completely forgotten?!
What did you say the day before yesterday?
