Yang Ping pushed open the office door, and a faint scent of tea drifted out. He paused for a second, then saw a thermos cup on the coffee table, with a sticky note on the side, in Xiao Su's handwriting: "New Longjing. Stop drinking cold tea all the time."
The corners of his mouth curved up unconsciously. He picked up the cup and took a sip. The tea was still warm; the fresh fragrance spread over the tip of his tongue, dispelling his fatigue.
The computer screen lit up. There was already a new email in his inbox, with imaging data attached, sent by Xu Zhiliang. Yang Ping opened the first CT image, and his brows immediately furrowed.
