After they separated, one of the middle-aged men, who looked slightly older, couldn't help but look back. "Is that Mrs. Xie next to Professor Xie?"
The young man beside the middle-aged man nodded. "Yes."
The middle-aged man nodded and walked a bit further, then couldn't help asking, "Professor Xie hardly ever goes to the lab now. What do you think he means by that?"
The younger man shrugged, a hint of barely noticeable jealousy flashing in his eyes. "Who knows."
The middle-aged man sighed, "Actually, his capabilities are evident. I had no objections to him being appointed as the deputy director of the lab."
This middle-aged man was the researcher who had defeated Xie Yanchuan during the election.
But in fact, he didn't care; he even admired Professor Xie and would have had no complaints if he had lost to him.
But now that he had become the deputy director and Professor Xie had stopped entering the lab altogether, the man felt it must be because of this.
