In the private room of the tea house inside the hotel, sandalwood incense drifted faintly, and soft zither music floated in the background.
Right at this moment the water was being boiled again; steam gurgled from the kettle, rising and dispersing into the air.
There were five people in the private room, but apart from Lu Mang, Lu Cheng wasn't familiar with any of them.
Lu Cheng hadn't seen Professor Gu for many years; he couldn't even remember the details of Professor Gu's face…
The private room was utterly silent.
It was another person about the same age as Professor Lu Mang who broke the awkwardness: "About why Dr. Lu never went on to further his degree, Professor Gu probably knows a thing or two?"
Professor Gu nodded slowly. "Strictly speaking, this matter does have something to do with me, more or less."
