Yang Ping rarely showed a gentle smile: "For the next two weeks, I don't want to see any of you at the institute unless there's a real life-threatening emergency. That's an order."
With the order given, the atmosphere instantly relaxed and became lively. People started to whisper about where they wanted to go and what they planned to do. Tang Shun thought about finally being able to accompany Li Yingtong to the prenatal yoga class she's been talking about for a long time; Song Zimo planned to take Tang Fei and their families to a nearby resort for a few leisurely days; Zhang Lin clamored to go hiking in the mountains and totally disconnect from the internet; several young researchers excitedly discussed organizing a trip to the seaside.
"Professor, what about you?" asked Chu Xiaoxiao.
Yang Ping smiled: "Me? I also have my tasks, to accompany Xiao Su and my son. The little guy is one year old now, and I've spent too little time with him."
