"We're getting old. It's time to give the young people a chance." Wu Qingjing paid no mind to Liang Qi's expression, sitting down right next to him after he spoke.
Liang Qi's eyes flickered.
'He's figured it out. Wu Qingjing wants to kick me out of the genetic weapon experiment team?'
'But forcing me to quit with such a flimsy excuse... isn't that a little hasty?'
The Wu Qingjing of the past was never this impulsive. He either didn't make a move, or when he did, it was decisive—just like when he announced the establishment of the genetic weapon laboratory.
As Liang Qi thought of this, he laughed inwardly instead of getting angry.
If Wu Qingjing hadn't made a move, he would have been stuck on the defensive. But now that Wu Qingjing was rushing to attack, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
