No matter how many times Dai Lixing asked, no one at the Agricultural Research Institute would give up Ji Xiaosong.
They knew full well that if they caved to pressure from a powerful authority and broke their agreement, Ji Xiaosong would probably never work with them again.
That was a loss their humble Agricultural Research Institute simply couldn't afford to bear.
The Agricultural Research Institute wouldn't talk, but Ji Xiaosong's streams were so popular that Dai Lixing eventually managed to track them down.
But since Ji Xiaosong never showed her face, all he could see was an incomplete view.
A pair of hands sorting seeds floated on the holographic screen.
As Dai Lixing unfastened the collar of his uniform, his knuckles brushed against the metal clasp.
The hands were uncannily similar to a silhouette from a memory that shouldn't exist. Even the arc of the jade-like fingertips gliding across a petri dish struck him with a heart-pounding familiarity.
