Sun Xiaomeng bit her lower lip, her eyes fixated on Richard.
Despite her thinking hard to recall, she still couldn’t remember a thing about any related experiments. After all, she just read those reports and essays out of interest. Many of them were written in English, containing many terms in animal psychology and making the literature very hard to comprehend, leaving only fragmented and not profound impressions in her mind.
In addition, the noise from downstairs also made her unable to concentrate. Several times when she was about to think of something, her thinking was interrupted by a construction noise. She had the urge to rush downstairs and ask them to stop and continue their work after she had figured it out.
The kitchen door was quietly pushed open again, and both Sun Xiaomeng and Richard looked at the door. She thought Zhang Zian was back, and she grew even more anxious. If he was back and began his stupid talking, she would never recall any experiment.
