Today there was a meeting in the department. When Fang Bingwen walked into the conference room, he noticed that his colleagues were looking at him oddly, causing him to furrow his brow slightly.
"Bingwen, don't rush off after the meeting. I have something to discuss with you," Fu Lei called out to him.
"What is it?"
"It's hard to explain right now; let's talk after the meeting."
Fang Bingwen instinctively felt that this was related to the strange gazes from his colleagues earlier, and his brow furrowed even more tightly.
During the meeting, Fang Bingwen was once again praised and was told to keep striving to publish more papers, with the potential to qualify for the professor selection.
For a moment, the expressions of those at the meeting varied, but everyone quickly adjusted their emotions as adults do, and congratulated him.
Fang Bingwen nodded coolly. How could he not understand his colleagues' minds? It was nothing but jealousy!
