He'd even given that chick a serious name, vowing to be best friends forever, and wrote an observation journal every day. But chicks like that rarely lived long; his had died after a little over a month.
No matter how heartbroken he'd been back then, the experience left him with a strong impression. There was no mistaking a chick's feather!
Why was there a normal-sized chick feather here? Their institute had never raised chickens, much less ones so small.
An astonishing thought crossed his mind, and he suddenly shot up, shouting toward Do Seungjin, who was a short distance away. "Director! Director, come take a look!"
Hearing the shout, Do Seungjin raised his eyebrows, striding over with a fierce expression.
"What is it?"
"Director, take a look at this—does it belong to our institute?" The researcher wasn't fazed by Do Seungjin's intense demeanor, knowing that was just his usual attitude. This was important.
