Cloud Street!
Lin Fan seemed to be embarrassed. Although he wasn't at the scene, the people in the broadcast room had called his name many times.
He really yelled at the screen.
'I'm in Shanghai!'
But it could not be helped. He would not be able to send the message across. In the end, he could only continue watching the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony awkwardly and watch it end awkwardly.
No one received the medicine award in the end. Hall didn't accept it. He felt that he couldn't take it. Otherwise, it would be unfair.
Zhao Zhongyang looked at Lin Fan. "Brother Lin, are you regretting it?"
Lin Fan asked, "Regretting what?"
"Regretting that you didn't go. Actually, I think that if you were there, the prize might have been given to you." This was what Zhao Zhongyang felt.
But it really might have happened. After all, they had even called him up on stage. It was just that Brother Lin wasn't there. What a shame.
