He tiptoed out, sighing a breath of relief upon exiting the gate, and the next second his whole being perked up, slipping away like oil underfoot.
The bodyguards watching outside witnessed Gu Shaocheng's sprint, and couldn't help but wipe their sweat: How old is the sir?
What answered them was a back that was gradually receding into the distance.
He was like a truant student, thrilled about skipping class, meandering around a closed small gate of the eastern courtyard and entered the ALS research center.
The research had been ongoing for about three months, but there had been no substantial progress. Frankly, he didn't want to step into this place at all, but he had to come periodically for checks and physical exams.
The medicine Tian Buyu gave him didn't really have much effect, he didn't want to take it at all, yet he had no choice but to swallow it with water.
