Bai Mo pursed his lips, lowered his head, and sipped his soup while slurping noodles.
"Huh?"
He suddenly felt something was off, looked up at the screen again, and indeed saw the short-haired man with glasses identified with a title and name.
[Vice Chairman of the Heluo Immortal Committee, Jiao Su]
"The one who wrote that stupid paper on the Blood-Drinking Red Flower, is Jiao Su?"
"Not only did he write a paper, but he wants to industrialize that thing?"
Even if it can recoup funds, so what?
This involves blood, not just money; it's not purely a financial issue!
"I really wrote my article correctly…"
Bai Mo mused aloud.
…
After finishing his meal, he returned to his office.
The wind and snow outside hadn't stopped.
In the bright light, Bai Mo took off his coat.
"The office is still warm, haha."
This office has underfloor heating and has already started delivering warmth.
