Yu Lan: [Zhuoran, I'm so sorry. Something urgent came up and I can't get away.]
Yu Lan: [Can we reschedule?]
Yu Lan: [I'll bring you some treats at the lab tomorrow. I'm really, really sorry!]
Yu Lan: [Pitiful face.jpg]
The smile that had just begun to form on Shen Zueran's lips froze the moment he received the messages.
His large hand tightened its grip on his phone, veins bulging on the back of it. The latest interstellar model, just released this year, looked like it was about to be crushed.
Just a second before the screen went black,
Shen Zueran took two deep breaths, forcing himself to suppress the rage boiling inside him as his fingers flew across the screen.
Shen Zueran: [Okay, it's no problem.]
Shen Zueran: [Lanlan, if you're busy, just focus on that. Don't work too hard.]
Shen Zueran: [If you need help with anything, you can always ask me. I'm always here for you.]
Seeing Shen Zueran's concerned replies, Yu Lan couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
