The question was bluntly sharp, directly targeting the most sensitive speculation.
Zhang Lin did not answer immediately. He picked up the water cup and took a slow sip, this was to buy some time. When he put down the cup, he had already thought out a strategy.
"Mr. David, your question reminds me of something Professor Yang often says." Zhang Lin's eyes turned profound, as if recalling a sacred moment, "He says, a scientist's time does not belong to themselves, but to the questions awaiting answers and the people waiting for hope."
He paused, letting the words settle in the air.
