บท 686: An Opponent of the Past

At noon, Lou Cheng left the Volcano Experiment Lab. Wiping his face with a white towel, he took the elevator and arrived at his private resting room. As someone who cared about his image, he refused to use his heat to evaporate his sweat, which would lower the air quality for everyone else. 

Twisting open the door, Lou Cheng stepped inside.

"I…" The quiet ambience stopped him from finishing his sentence. 

Golden sunlight spilled into the office-styled room from the French windows, painting everything in magnificent brilliance. The haloes around Yan Zheke's dark hair lent an oil painting quality to the scene. 

With one hand below her chin and another hand on the mouse, the girl was gazing intently at the computer screen. There was a pile of printed documents at her side.