The office was silent for a while.
Lu Zhan put down his teacup and looked up. "Do you want to look for her?"
"No." Lu Chengzhou propped his arm on his knee and tapped off some of ash on his cigarette. "But if the Blood Institute's experiment fails, I have no choice."
Hearing such utilitarian words, Lu Zhan frowned. "Chengzhou, I'm not hiding anything about your Mom from you, but you have to understand her."
"Yeah, I understand." Lu Chengzhou's reply was very half-hearted. He flicked the lighter.
After taking a puff, he slowly let out the smoke. Through the greyish haze, his expression was unreadable.
Lu Zhan knew that there was no use in him saying anything. After thinking for a moment, he reminded him, "You know about the situation at Jijing Island. She can't be of much help to you."