"Development Fair? What kind of publishing meeting!"

Ouyang stood up when he heard some confused voices coming from outside the door. His face was full of anxious direct openings and asked, "What is Shangchuan Shou doing?" The researcher of the Institute outside the door of

"Hu... Hu..."

is standing on the ground, holding out his hand and inserting his waist, trying to adjust his breathing, because he has just run too fast and is breathless.

Ouyang stood opposite the researcher, his fist clenched tensely, his eyes fixed on the researcher, waiting for the researcher's answer, in his mind, there is a very unwilling answer.

"Shangchuan Shou didn't say exactly what...