"Yeah, it's kind of strange, just suddenly sensed it, but... you weren't really criticizing the junior sister again just now, were you?"
"Me."
Zhao Qingge was stunned for several seconds before she reacted, still in disbelief: "You really saw that? Then why was I criticizing them?"
"Seems like it was because the research material for the new project they wrote was really bad!"
"Hmm..."
Zhao Qingge was speechless, holding a phone in one hand and rubbing her temples with the other.
Li Peifeng said with concern, "I really guessed it right? Let me join the future group meetings, okay? I've finished my old book, the draft of the paper is set, I'm writing a new book, but it's not published yet, there's no rush, I still have time to help with the project."
"Then." Zhao Qingge hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Then come over, I'm a bit tired recently... and it seemed like I heard you calling me after your junior sister left."
