They were talking in the car, and Uncle Lin got out of the car.
"Is it the right time?"
Zhou Shengchen smiled, but said nothing.
Tong Jiaren didn't say anything immediately, but just gently tugged on her gloves and looked at him from the corner of her eye.
Zhou Shengchen, who was sitting beside him, still liked plain trousers and light-colored checked shirts. He could meet guests with a suit and enter the laboratory with a long white coat. This is the man she puts in her heart, who communicates with people of all colors without borders, and does things that are beneficial to mankind.
She remembered that the first time she saw him outside the laboratory was different from the usual Zhou Shengchen.
He was arguing with a black man about something, so focused and intense that she couldn'
