The next day, Yang Ping's office.
Jiang Jitong stood at the door again, his mindset now completely different from a few days ago. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Yang Ping's voice sounded.
Jiang Jitong pushed the door open and entered. Professor Yang, who was browsing emails, saw him and a knowing smile appeared on his face.
"Professor, sorry to disturb you," Jiang Jitong said steadily and clearly.
"Have a seat, Dr. Jiang," Yang Ping closed the email interface and looked at him kindly, "Judging by your complexion, did you stay up late again last night?"
"Thank you, Professor Yang, for your concern. Indeed, I have some new thoughts I want to report to you," Jiang Jitong sat down on the chair, his back straight, hands naturally resting on his knees.
"Oh? Is it about your thoughts after the salon or the project?" Yang Ping asked with interest.
