"I want to follow and see what Dr. Xie wants to discuss with Mr. Zhang, but I might get discovered. Brother Duan, do you have any good ideas?"
Fu Weijun sat in his wheelchair, watching Xie Yanshan and Zhang Su leave the parking lot, chatting and laughing, with a look of longing in his eyes.
Duan Wuhu was still tidying up. Upon hearing Fu Weijun's words, he rolled his eyes, "Weijun, why are you so career-oriented? Isn't it good to take a break? Look at tonight—if Brother Zhang hadn't seen it coming, the two of us would have been scraped down the mountain. We never know what will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Give your mind a holiday, okay?"
"Ha, I'm just talking. I'm counting the days, not many left, locked in tight for now. Just talking, here, let me adjust the light for you, is it brighter this way?"
Fu Weijun didn't dwell on it and changed the subject.
