Qiao Jing noticed that Zhan Qipei had suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at the man, only to find him engaged in a silent battle of wills with Wu Xirui.
She rolled her eyes speechlessly and let go of Zhan Qipei's hand, preparing to enter on her own.
When he felt Qiao Jing pulling away her hand, Zhan Qipei immediately withdrew his gaze and followed behind the woman.
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The next day, at the research institute.
Qiao Jing had just arrived at her laboratory to find an additional person there that day, Xu Moqian.
At the moment, Zhan Nanqing was sitting on the couch, hands folded across her chest, staring at Xu Moqian with a speechless expression.
"What are you doing here?"
Xu Moqian "tch"-ed and plonked himself onto another couch, even rudely propping his legs up in an exaggerated slouch.
"I'm here to see Sister Jing, not you. Why are you glaring at me? You think glaring at me will scare me or something?"
