Of course, this doesn't mean Song Yun likes her. If you have to say why, it's like when a girl sees a handsome guy. I may not like you, but your handsomeness makes it hard for me to control my adrenaline.
That's how it is.
Song Yun, the thick-skinned guy, didn't answer her question, nor did he continue to say anything else. He just walked over to a nearby table, placed his big backpack on it, pulled up a chair, sat behind the table, and stared straight at the beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman had no objection to Song Yun's behavior.
The time passed strangely.
Ten minutes later.
The beautiful woman put down her notebook, took out a set of new-looking beakers and alcohol lamps from under the table, and started fiddling with them.
Bits and pieces of liquids were poured into the beakers by the beautiful woman, followed by various heating and chemical reactions.
