Yuan Qin opened the car's rear door, and the man inside stepped out.
To Tang Li, it was an indescribable sense of familiarity, tinged with a bit of strangeness.
This strangeness was attributed to the environment and the person who shouldn't be here.
"What's going on?" Song Jingtian's voice came from behind.
Tang Li was afraid the little one would recognize someone and start shouting, instinctively covering the wooden door: "Nothing, it's just that Ruan and the others are back."
... Ruan again.
Song Jingtian held a test tube, pursed his lips.
Tang Li leaned against the wooden door, her heartbeat still quick, her mouth inexplicably dry; she returned to the experiment table, picked up a cup to drink.
A voice 'hey' rang in her ear, Tang Li turned her head.
The little one had already stood on a small stool, snatched the measuring cup from her hand: "I haven't mixed it yet!"
Tang Li just realized the measuring cup contained a blue liquid: "..."
