Academician Ma tapped on the keyboard, typing out a line of text, and upon hearing the monitor's words, he slowly pushed up his glasses with a hand.
"Okay, you are the boss, Jiang; what you say goes."
The door behind slowly closed.
In the front, the driver looked toward the co-pilot, where Yun Assistant was seated, afraid of disturbing Academician Ma, he lowered his voice, "Professor Yun, do we still wait for Young Master Jiang?"
"No need," Yun Assistant gazed at Jiang Fulai's retreating back, a figure as solitary and indifferent as ever, he withdrew his gaze, "Head straight to the headquarters."
Some problems arose with a few people in the project team, leading to a delay.
In recent times, the chill emanating from Jiang's body was heavier than that of a ghost, leaving no blade of grass growing wherever he passed.