The sentiment of a lover, emotions conveyed through the gaze.
Those eight words suddenly slid through Ji Weitian's heart.
It was unbearably sour.
She really couldn't stay another moment, turning her head to return to the data room.
Lei Yunjia really was like her little fan, seeing her leaving, he grabbed her hand and walked up to her side, "Teacher Ji, are you leaving? It just so happens that I have some questions I want to ask you, I'll go back to the data room with you."
Ji Weitian originally wanted to be alone to calm down, but Lei Yunjia's company meant she couldn't find a moment of peace.
He could talk endlessly, like a sparrow chirping nonstop by her ear.
"Teacher Ji, have you and President Qin seen Professor Zhang? How is the old man now?"
"We didn't see him, Professor Zhang has already passed away," Ji Weitian said softly.
