Shen Zueran still had that cool, otherworldly air, as elegant as jade.
Too bad for him, his mortal heart had been unknowingly captured and was now held tightly in the palm of a certain pretty little female.
His usually cold and distant eyes warmed the instant he looked at Yu Lan.
Seeing the discarded materials piled on the lab bench and noticing the pretty female's slightly furrowed brow, Shen Zueran began to comfort her.
"What's wrong?"
"Is the experiment not going smoothly?"
"It's alright. It's not a big deal if you can't figure it out right away."
"Don't get stuck on it. Why don't you take a break? Do you like tea?"
"We have herbal tea, milk tea... and the breakroom just got some new little cakes."
Shen Zueran made the suggestion nonchalantly, as if he didn't have the slightest ulterior motive.
God knew that if it were any other researcher who couldn't produce results, he'd just assume they weren't working hard enough.
Work them to death, and success was inevitable.
