Exiting the laboratory, Lu Zixun felt as if his entire cat body had been hollowed out.
At the same time as his body felt incredibly weak, there wasn't a single soul waiting for him outside.
He collapsed on the ground in desolation.
As Lu Zixun reached out weakly, he was mentally overdramatizing the situation.
Suddenly, a female voice rang out, causing the expression on Lu Zixun's face to freeze.
"Lord Cat, what are you doing here?"
Gongsun Li, hugging a pile of documents, had just come out of the elevator, looking at Lu Zixun with a puzzled expression on her face.
"Ah ha!"
Suddenly standing up from the ground, Lu Zixun decided to play it cool and lightly coughed, "Performance art, performance art."
A blood draw wasn't really something that would leave Lu Zixun this weak.
It was just that he hadn't expected Xiong Kang to be the kind of person who values beauty over friendship, and he felt somewhat annoyed at heart.
Eh?
Why do I say 'also'?
