Lu Jing wondered whether he genuinely considered Zhang Lingying a friend or learned that she had become a key figure in the laboratory, so he deliberately approached her to do something wicked.
Superficially, the more cynical a person appeared, the more inscrutable their thoughts.
Only Lu Jing himself might know what he was thinking.
"If you're curious about this matter, ask her yourself next time—if she even gives you another chance," Leng Jian said indifferently, his calm voice betraying no hint of mockery.
Lu Jing didn't mind whether Leng Jian was mocking him. He rested one hand behind his head and slightly raised his mischievous, peach blossom eyes, staring straight ahead at the road.
A few minutes later, Lu Jing suddenly asked, "What do you think people live decades for?"
Leng Jian didn't respond but coldly glanced at him.
