Lu Chenzhou stopped a few steps away from Cheng Xi and coolly nodded.

The colleague who had brought him over curiously asked, “Dr. Cheng, this is your friend, isn’t he?”

Cheng Xi smiled. “He is. Thank you.”

Then, she quickly walked over, raised her head to look at Lu Chenzhou, and asked, “What’re you doing here?”

Lu Chenzhou ignored her question, his forehead creased in displeasure. “I don’t like this place.” He looked left and right, a disdainful expression on his face.

Cheng Xi followed his gaze. Yes, the conditions of her living space. After all, it was a small rural ittle province, and the buildings here had eschewed aesthetics and greenery in favor of being big, tall, and spacious.

Cheng Xi suddenly remembered Lu Chenzhou’s strange, almost obsessive compulsion for symmetry, and she suddenly realized something. Ignoring everything else for the moment, she took out some gauze, wrapped it around...